I didn't think of her as my ex-wife, I thought of her as a rival. And that was the first thing that destabilized me.
In the morning, I went to my office as usual, as if nothing had happened. As I entered, I greeted those who crossed my path and in the elevator, I met her again.
"You have another important meeting today," Vanessa said, checking her cell phone.
"Yes."
"Do you want me to accompany you to tonight's event?"
I looked at her. It was a reasonable question. She was a woman who was present, available, willing. Everything one is supposed to want.
"I don't think I'll be in time," I replied.
It was not a lie, but neither was the whole truth.
Vanessa dropped her cell phone with her hand...
"Since yesterday you have been..."
The woman lets out a sigh and says,
"I know you're n
