The assistant

Alex left his company earlier than usual, saying a cordial goodbye to the employees he came across. He had advised his receptionist that he would be leaving earlier and to please cancel his meetings for that day. It was his wedding anniversary and to celebrate it, he wanted to take his wife to the most expensive and luxurious restaurant in the city; She was very exquisite when it came to going out or buying things, she always liked the most expensive!

And he liked to please her ...

He .pressed the button for his floor, inside the elevator, and the doors closed. While he waited patiently, he fixed the time, it was twenty minutes to 6:00 p.m., he used to arrive four to five hours later. The restaurant reservation had been made and he had paid for everything in advance; dinner for 9:00 pm would be served at the table.

The elevator opened and he got out, walking in the direction of her door. He put the key inside the lock and opened it. He heard the sweet voice of his wife, she was very animated and he smiled like an idiot. ¿Why would he be so happy?

He walked to the end of the corridor that led him to the living room, that's where his wife's voice and laughter came from.

His smile faded very slowly from his lips, had he had an accident while coming back from work that hit him on the head? That was very unreal, he even smiled without humor again, that couldn't be true!

Angelina was sitting, naked, on her best friend, Nicolas, who was also naked, lying on the couch.

“But ¡¿what the hell?!”

Both lovers, as soon as they heard him, jumped off the sofa. They looked at him in shame, surprise, and fear. They were both breathing very fast, his wife's black eyes seemed to want to get out of their sockets.

Nicolas was the first to open his mouth:

“Alex, calm man ...”

"Cover yourself before you speak to me," she interrupted him, keeping her calm.

Nicolas repeated the word yes three times, grabbed his boxer shorts and pants that were lying on the ground and began to put them on quickly.

"Alex, love ..." His wife named him as she slid up her dress that had been lying on the floor a while ago. "I'm so sorry ..."

Alex struggled not to drop a tear, he would not cry in front of them. They had both betrayed him. The pain he was feeling right now, he knew it would take time to heal or maybe it would never heal; He also knew he would throw up at any moment, his stomach was done to shit.

Take it easy Alex, don't vomit.

Angelina sighed before speaking:

"Honey, you know I love you."

He felt as if his heart was hit with a hammer and everything around him began to move, or was he moving?

"You're so late home," he continued. “¡Oh my love!” He whimpered. "Understand, I'm a woman, I have my needs.You come home so late ... you haven't touched me for a month and ...”

"And you fuck my best friend, ¿right?"

Angelina no longer knew what to say and Nicolas came in, to her defense.

"Alex, listen, we didn't mean to do this. These things happen to happen, ¿you understand not?”

“¿How long ago?”

“¿How long ago what?” Angelina asked, pretending to be oblivious.

“¿How long have they been fucking?”

He was surprised at his great power of control. He was calm, passive, serious, thoughtful, but inside he was disgusting. He wanted to kick them out, yell at them endless things, and disappear.

"It was only this time."

Lie.

"Angelina ..." Alex smiled without humor. "¿Do you remember what date is today?"

She lowered her head, embarrassed. She knew it.

"I'm so sorry ..." She pursed her lips as her tears fell like rain down her cheeks, until they touched the ground.

“¿And you?” He pointed at Nicolas with his head “¿Aren't you supposed to be my best friend? ¿My right hand?” He asked “I opened the door of my house, I introduced you to my wife, I gave you a position in my company. You blew it all away”

Nicolas sat on the sofa holding his head in his hands and looking at the floor, he felt guilt or maybe he felt a little of the pain he was feeling because of that betrayal and above all else, he was worried about his job, his position as manager general.

He looked at his watch.

"You have exactly one hour to gather your things and remove them from my apartment, Angelina, or else I'll see myself take drastic measures” like throwing your things out on the street.

“¿Where will I go?” She didn't raise her head from the ground and her words were almost unintelligible from crying.

With an open palm he pointed at Nicolas.

"With your lover."

“But I love you. You are my husband.”

"You have fifty-five minutes to collect your things."

Angelina rushed to get her things from the room. It hurt him a lot to have to kick her out, he loved her! Besides, she had nowhere to fall dead, if she wanted to, she could be miserable and throw her out with nothing, totally, everything she has, he bought her.

"Wait for her outside the door," she turned to Nicolas. “Don't worry so much, you just lost my friendship, not your job. I do not associate personal problems with work”

Nicolas raised his head in surprise, slowly lowered his arms from his head and looked at him for a moment. Alex was really a good friend and an excellent person, and he had taken it upon himself to betray him.

"Th-thanks" he muttered.

“Long”

Angelina put all her clothes in two different suitcases; he felt a little ashamed to carry his belongings. Alex had bought it all; expensive dresses, from very famous brands; jewelry, shoes, perfumes. She had everything any woman dreamed of, and because she was stupid, she lost everything.

Alex was a good man! But he didn't fill her up as a woman.

He was more concentrating on his work than on her, he kept tapping his computer until the wee hours of the morning, instead of touching her. It had hurt him, he could see it in the way he looked. He loved her and she did not love him. She had married him for the money, she admitted, she was practically on the streets, starving when she met him.

She wiped away her tears, it hurt her to be separated from him, she didn't love him but if she appreciated him and loved him very much, he had been so good to her.

She walked into the living room, dragging her suitcases, and watched Alex, sitting on the one-piece sofa, his head thrown back and his eyes closed.

"Alex, sorry."

“You are forgiven. I don't hold a grudge against you, Angelina." He spoke without moving from his place." Tomorrow I'll send you the divorce papers. May you be very happy. Bye”

Seriously, I wished him all the happiness in the world. He loved her too much, but it was all over, it was one more stage that had to end. He heard her walk away crying, as she dragged the suitcases and when she heard the door slam shut ... she released the tears she had been holding back.

"My God" he sobbed.

He kicked the glass table in front of his feet, sending it flying and slamming into the wall, smashing into several pieces.