— I wish it were simpler. — he commented, and passed his hands over his face. He seemed to want to say something, but nothing came out. — He doesn't know yet, but he will... So maybe it's the right time to tell you.
- What you mean?
— I need this marriage to be real because of an old dream of my father's. — he replied, and my heart sank, without knowing why. —He's sick, Maria Beatriz. Doctors gave him a year as he no longer responds to treatment.
I looked at him shocked and swallowed.
— I'm already lying to him too much, to be able to make his dream come true. I can't lie about a hasty marriage with you. But that also doesn't mean I can use your deepest dreams. — His words were accurate, and my heart sank even more. He seemed... just sincere, but even so, the pain was there, embedded i
