Painful midnight
It’s been 15 years since I’m married, I’m a successful man and targeted by millions of paparazzi. I’m blessed with children, a couple. The older is 15 years old and the other is 12.
It’s been lovely years passed beside my wife, but lately our relationship doesn’t feel the same. She became a furniture in our big room, and I, just a passing wind, always worried about keeping the lifestyle I presented to my family.
This one night I woke up and my wife wasn’t by my side. In the silent night, like the best library in the city, that actually was baptised after my name, are present noises that my hearing detects coming from the garage downstairs. I call the private security, in minutes they arrived in a library silent as I demanded, because I was worried about my wife that wasn’t in our bed when I woke up.
Guided by their commander and I, escorting them through my house, that looks more like a maze than something else.
We got to the door that gives access to the garage, at the moment that the security’s freshman waited for the commander’s signal to surprise the possible thieves, a flash of questions went through my mind:
“Why wasn’t my wife by my side when I woke up in the middle of the night?”
The answer came with the question, with sense or without it. In the dark night when the fear makes its presence in our hearts we look forward to stay close to people that make us feel good, which can bring a feeling of safety, sending away horrors that the mind brings.
I hold the freshman’s shoulder and I abort mission. The men webt out without knowing the reason why. With question marks in their heads, angry and sad for missing a moment of action which they are so well, one by one, they left the house.
My action came to push the tragedy away from my family, the attention of the cameras from my wife, the gossip my city had, throughout my kids and my family’s name in the mouth of others.
“I went to my room knowing that my wife was at the garage in one of our cars with another man.”
I returned to my bed, and slowly…slowly I close my eyes, wondering…and wondering…
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