PENÉLOPE
I was living the most bizarre moment of my life.
Ulises had complained that he had married an ugly woman, and now it turned out he was kneeling in front of me. The irony was that I had been that unattractive girl, and now it turned out he had missed me all this time.
Something he would never have done in the past. Months had passed without seeing him; he only gave me his absence, and when I didn't see him, which had been few occasions, he always wanted to claim his right as a husband in my bed.
"Coming here kneeling doesn't convince me," I saw him with an air of superiority. "Words are just that, meaningless words. I want actions."
I turned around and left him kneeling at the entrance of my suite. Truthfully, I enjoyed seeing him so vulnerable in front of me, some
