In the early days of his company, I was the one pulling late-night strings, making connections and landing deals. I even lost a child while we both worked tirelessly to get the business off the ground. At the time, he held me as tears streamed down his face, saying, "Isabela, I’m sorry. I’ll work hard so you can enjoy life and have everything you deserve, making you the person everyone is envious of the most. We’ll have another child and you’ll be the happiest, most wonderful mother. I’ll be the best father."
Then, he worked even harder. He often went home after dark, tired to the bone.
Seeing him like that, I felt sorry for him and then decided to retreat into the background by managing the household and taking care of everything in his life for him.
I always had hangover soup ready, making sure he had the perfect clothes and preparing the best gifts for his business dinners. I did everything for our family. My world revolved around Hernandez.
He used to proudly tell others that I was his perfect wife. Now, everything I had done had become the very reasons he despised me. He called me an outdated, worthless woman.
Without sparing me another glance, he left with Olivia.