Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

After Adán Rouco left the hospital with Estrella Berrocal, who was sitting in the passenger seat, angry.

“Adam, what do you think I have done to offend Arella, why does she always turn against me?”

Estrella Berrocal is, after all, the same age as Arella Rouco, the two girls, and it is not easy for her to feel bad because Arella Rouco picks on her at all times.

“Arella has been pampered and spoiled by my second aunt since she was a child, plus, Arella has lived abroad since she was a child, so she has a very impulsive nature, but you don’t have to take it to heart, and you don’t have to care if she likes you or not.”

Estrella Berrocal caressed her lips: “I really don’t care if she likes me or not.

Adán Rouco looked at her, laughed lightly and shook her hand.

Estrella Berrocal touched her belly and said, “I’ve been feeling much better lately and I think that, if we take better care of ourselves in the future, we can have it without problems.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Lately she has been in a good mood and Adán Rouco has fed her like a suckling pig; she eats nutritiously and does not regress much, and has a little more meat around her waist.

“We’ll be back in a few days for a maternity checkup.”

“Hmm.”

…

When the doctor came in for a routine checkup, Fresco Rouco asked him, “Doctor, what exactly is wrong with me?”

“Dude, you shouldn’t psychologically overwhelm yourself too much, myocarditis if you rest properly…”

Before the doctor could finish his sentence, Fresco Rouco interrupted: “Doctor, you don’t have to console me, I know my own body. I have had this old problem for many years and I know in my own heart whether it is serious or not”.

The doctor nodded and had to tell the truth: “Old man, this disease of yours is really very serious, have you fainted much before?”.

Fresco Rouco frowned and nodded, “Doctor, tell me the truth, how much time do I have left to live, at most, in …?”

“This … elderly gentleman, this is really hard to say, if you take good care of yourself, it is possible to live another ten years, but this type of severe myocarditis, is afraid of stimulation as long as there is a rescue is not timely, it is easy … I suggest, it is better to stay in the hospital all the time.

When the doctor left, Fresco Rouco called his assistant.

“I need to see Salvatore Abogado this afternoon and ask Salvatore Abogado to meet me at the hospital.”

“Yes, Chairman.”

If it is true that you will not live long, then there are some things that need to be done.

Her daughter, Juanisha Capistrán, appeared at that moment, perhaps by divine providence, after all these years of worrying about Juanisha Capistrán and the child she thought was dead, and now Estrella Berrocal appeared to fulfill her wish.

…

“Chairman, are you sure you want to give half of the property in your name to a stranger?”

“I’m sure half is split between my wife, Shoshana Duque, and the other half is split on behalf of Estrella Berrocal. ”

Salvatore Lawyer wondered, “Chairman, I really don’t understand…”

“Salvatore Abogado, don’t ask why, my mind is made up on this matter. When I leave, you must help Estrella Berrocal keep this half of the property.”

He owed so much to Juanisha Capistrán and the child that he could not give her the love of a father in life, so he could only compensate her with these extrinsic things.

Salvatore Abogado nodded: “Don’t worry, President, I will do what you tell me to do”.

Outside the room, Arella Rouco had simply gone to the bathroom and had just returned when she heard her father talking to Salvatore Abogado.

In fact, Dad wants to give Estrella Berrocal half of his property in his name!

Estrella Berrocal’s last name is not Rouco, why would she receive half of her father’s estate!

Arella Rouco clenched her fists, with jealousy and hatred on her face.

She’s daddy’s real daughter, but daddy… treats Estrella Berrocal better than he treats her.

She and her mother alone took half of the property, but Estrella Berrocal alone took half!

…

In the light of the bar, Arella Rouco, dressed in a tight black skirt and heavy makeup, sits at the bar, pouring glass after glass.

In his head, in his heart, it was all resentment and jealousy.

A man approached her with a cup of Long Island iced coffee and teased her, “Pretty girl, so pretty and drinking alone? Is there no one to keep you company? Shall I walk you?”

The man’s large, dirty hands grabbed her bare shoulders.

Arella Rouco stared at the disgusting hand and said in a cold voice: “Get out!”.

The man was not so callous and, with a grunt, left with his glass.

None of these men was as good as Adán Rouco, whom I had adored since I was a child, thinking that Adán Rouco could do anything, that Adán Rouco was like a god on high, that if he wanted to do something, he would be able to do it.

But why did such a good man fall in love with an insignificant woman like Estrella Berrocal?

Arella Rouco, a little drunk, slumped over the bar, tears in her hair.

So did the brother, so did the father, and they all turned to Estrella Berrocal!

But who is Estrella Berrocal?

“By what right! On what basis … I am your daughter … On what basis…”

muttered Arella Rouco as she slumped unconsciously against the bar.

A man approached her and shouted, “Drunk, beautiful?”.

Arella Rouco did not respond.

With a sinister smile, the man helped Arella Rouco to her feet and cajoled her, “Beauty, I’ll take you to rest.”

Arella Rouco felt nothing but an unusual headache, and shadows and hallucinations appeared before her eyes, while the man holding her in front of her took the form of Adam Rouco.

Arella Rouco threw herself into his arms and wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, “Brother, my head hurts…. it hurts…”

The man leered. The man laughed lewdly, “You little bitch. It reacts to me calling you brother, I’ll let you call me brother enough later!”

…

The next morning, Arella Rouco came running back to the house in a ghostly human state.

Upon entering, he was called by Shoshana Duque.

“Arella, where did you go last night?”

Arella Rouco froze, momentarily at a loss for words, “Ma … Ma …”

Shoshana Duque glanced at her revealing outfit and frowned, “Have you been to the bar to drink? You reek of alcohol.”

“Mom … I was in a bad mood, so I went to the pub and had a drink.”

Shoshana Duque sighed, gave him a hug, patted him on the back and said in a serious tone, “Mom knows you’re in a bad mood because of what happened to Estrella Berrocal, but last night you didn’t come home all night and you couldn’t reach your cell phone, do you know how worried mom was? Don’t be like that in the future.”

Arella Rouco nodded vigorously, her voice a little hoarse, “Mama, I won’t do it again.”

“Well, go upstairs and take a bath and change your clothes, mom has made you some porridge, come downstairs after your bath and eat it.”

Arella Rouco hurried up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Once in the bathroom, he stepped under the shower and used the hottest water he could find, rinsing himself off.

The smooth white skin is covered with bruises and dirt marks.

With tears in her eyes, she rubbed hard.

Anger, pain, sadness … extreme bad emotions, all together.

All for Estrella Berrocal, all for Estrella Berrocal!

It was Estrella Berrocal who ruined it!

Her innocence, her pride, her dignity, all destroyed by Estrella Berrocal!

She’s not having a good time, and she won’t make it easy for Estrella Berrocal!

Why should he be in hell right now while Estrella Berrocal enjoys happiness and pampering in her brother’s arms? He must make Estrella Berrocal pay.

Arella Rouco covered her face and screamed as the water from the shower ran, her fingertips, embedded hard into the soft skin of her arms.