Mi esposa Sofía: Demasiado Hermosa Para Un Solo Hombre 4

Introduction: My wife Sofia and I met at the same company, she 26 years old and I almost turning 30, like every love story, we fell deeply in love and decided to get married without revealing our secret at work, since many places didn't allow relationships within the company. Sofia had confessed what she lived that day with Emanuel, Genaro, and Felipe, adventures were just beginning. Continuation...The light was coming in through the window, a ray of light illuminating the desk on the side of the bed.

A pink box was the first thing I saw, PostDay read with large letters.

I rolled over onto my side to find Sofia on her side of the bed. It seemed like everything that had happened the night before was just a dream, but it wasn't, because only hours earlier my wife had confessed to me about the mistreatment she had suffered at the hands of those three men.

I looked over at her side of the bed, but she wasn't there. A post-it on her desk was all that remained. I picked it up and read it.

I'll go to the laundry, I'll bring you breakfast 💋

It wouldn't be long before the door creaked to indicate that she had returned.

We didn't say much, we ate in silence and spent the day quietly together.

The week went by quietly, our relationship settling back into its usual rhythm. It even seemed dull at times, just like it used to be.

Work seemed normal, the morbid glances towards her began to give me pleasure and fewer jealousies, I started to enjoy my days at work.

Genaro was in another state with Emanuel, visiting a new client. So, work didn't present any problems due to their absence and what we had lived through that weekend at that hotel.

At least the three weeks they would be away would help calm things down.

On Friday, my wife received a call. It seemed one of her aunt's had passed away and her mother wanted us to go to the funeral.

After consoling my wife, we agreed to make arrangements for her to leave that same night for her hometown. I, on the other hand, would have to wait until Saturday night to leave. Since we were not a couple at work, it wasn't possible for both of us to take the same day off.

I accompanied my wife to the city center, her bus was leaving at midnight and we decided to eat before she got on her bus.

With a warm kiss and hug, that was Goodbye.

— I'll see you on Saturday — he said while taking the small suitcase and getting onto his bus.

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