Between love and betrayal

Unexpected death

The sadness was enormous. The world felt empty, meaningless. Only darkness devoured Layla. He had been left in a great disappointment. It was a day to never forget.

They were all dressed in black, clean, elegant. With her designer shoes and heels. They uttered hypocritical words before a small silver vase. Layla's huge scream echoed through the walls.

People looked at her sadly, but merla, merla looked at her with hate, as if her whole world was collapsing because of her. Layla was hoarse, her words did not flow.

—Layla, honey, what sad news. Are you OK? — He mentions that tall girl with brown skin.

Layla's distant family, he did not know her more than by word. She nodded, showing that false relief.

Time passed, people came out of that enormous door singing rosaries and melodious symphonies. I couldn't think of anything else.

The day was over, as gloomy as it began. The agent rang the cell phone, with wonderful news. The money from the cars and all the goods in the house were sold. Layla had handed over most of her belongings, and along with the missing money. Lalo paid his father's debts, but in exchange for what?

She was lost, she had not returned home for days, but her husband, Brad Ley, did not bother to call her and find out about her health. She didn't care about that, after all she had lost everything, and she was about to lose him completely.

I had no money, I didn't know what the hell to do in the future. She had no idea how to support that child growing in her womb. A thousand thoughts went through his head.

—Maybe it's better to let it go. I would avoid his suffering— he thought

He laughed bitterly at his misery. He was scared, but it was something he had decided. She got up from that old sofa that parked her every afternoon, and headed over to Brad Ley's house, her former happy home.

As expected, Bradley was not at home, nothing surprised him.

"Oh ma'am, as you've been, your absence surprised me a bit," Violet mentioned excitedly.

Layla nodded without a smile.

—Ma'am, if you look for the owner of the house you won't find him. He left a few days ago, on business— he added.

She didn't care about him, he looked at her, turned his face, entered the room, and inside a suitcase within the little he had left to remember.

Violeta entered the room, intrigued by the sound of something stealing on the floor, and there she saw her, pulling a small broken piece of luggage.

"Will he go again?" Violet asked, intrigued.

Layla looked at her and held back her tears, after all, she was about to leave behind 5 years of her life.

—I thank you for everything you have done for my violet. But I have to go. I wish you luck in everything— said Layla looking into her eyes.

No one knew what was going on in his heart. I was devastated and couldn't say. The only thing she heard was an "OH" from violet, looking at her sadly. She was a good girl, she was kind, decent, she helped her in everything, but it was time to go.

Layla smiled, while her eyes were swollen and her face gaunt, pale, lifeless.

—All for the violet— mentioned Layla before the meat.

She was strong, or so she wanted to be, it was her only option. It was time to think about her, about her baby, about Merla. Taking a deep breath, without looking back, he opened the drawer next to his bed for the last time, looking at that ring that I've been wearing with longing since day 1, and came out with his head held high.

Little by little, he moved away from his home, the place where he lived the last 5 years of his life. Arguments, love, patience, everything. She longed for him to see Brad read her ring and magically love her, but she knew full well that wouldn't happen.

There were no taxis, it was a very gloomy afternoon. The world was against him, and he had to capillarize until the first interception.

The weather was temperate, hot, the sun ate their heads. She sighed over and over again, her eyes tearing silently and her heart beating slowly.

Layla was in a trance, she walked without looking ahead. It was only her thoughts that guided her without caution.

A loud sound, a bright light.

—AHHH— Layla's cry was heard as her body collapsed on the road.

It hurt, something was wrong. He did not know. She couldn't be dead, she felt the gaze of a crowd on her. Anguish, nerves, yellow and white flashes that passed around her.

—Oh Jesus! What happened! — mentioned Darwin arrow.

A stream of crimson red discharge dripped from his groin down his slender legs. It was intense, he couldn't skip it, it was really unpleasant.

—What have I done? Help help! Somebody call an ambulance! Darwin yelled at the top of his lungs.

He was a very unfortunate man. He had just bought his car, an equine car with a white shell and a silver front.

—Please help! Lose the lady? — he added between shouts.

Darwin was perplexed, the beautiful girl with pale skin and clear eyes, did not wake up. His blood ran filling the floor, and the ambulance still took time to arrive.

His despair was enormous, he couldn't hide it, he was hoarse, fearful. He had just had his first accident and did not know how to control it.

Seconds go by, perhaps minutes that seemed like hours, he knows the seriousness of the matter, and he wasn't stupid, the beautiful girl could die at any moment, he couldn't allow it, not there, not because of him.

With courage, which was the greatest thing in his life, he lowered her and picked her up from the ground, carrying her in his arms. Blood dripped to the ground, but he hurried her to his new car and decided to drive to the nearest hospital.

Please don't die! It was not my intention! — I mentioned while I saw her there, without any sense of life in her body.