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0:00 Hello, subscribe to Vital Stories so you don't miss new stories. Part 2. This is the second part of the story. The link to the first part is in the description of this video. Enjoy watching it. James and I had handled the taxes of the Mark Export-Import business for years. It was a complex configuration, ensuring accurate presentations and income reductions, and Mark could have gone somewhere else, but it would have been much more expensive and would have taken more time for him. "Really? Are you going to make me beg?" Mark's voice sounded supplicating. I laughed, and James smiled. "Begging

0:45 could be a good touch, but in the end useless. What intrigues me is why you're here." Everyone seemed to disesteem my feelings and apologized while showing support for Jillian and her partner, telling me to overcome this. Well, I've moved on and I don't want anything to do with any of you. There was a moment of silence. Lena spoke in a low voice, "You're right, you know." I raised an eyebrow, and Lena looked at Mark with a shadow of anger that soon turned into sadness. Mark looked down, without saying anything. Lena continued, about the striptease club, the back room. You were right, said Lena

1:31 sadly. The surprise must have been shown on my face when Mark presumed the story. I thought I was just exaggerating. When I told Lena what Mark had said, I did it to hurt them, without thinking it was real. Wow, really. So, Mark, you were telling the truth, I asked, incredulous. Mark briefly raised his gaze before lowering his head and feeling. I turned to Lena with an upturned eyebrow. "You're right, Gregory, not just about Mark's behavior," she told James and me as Mark kept his head down. "We got caught up in the romance that Troy and Jillian sold us

2:16 that we never really thought of you." I started to respond, but Lena moved her head, pointing at me to shut up. For a few seconds, when you told us about Mark, I thought you were just trying to bother us. But then I saw the look in his eyes and I knew you were telling the truth. But you didn't know it was true, right? Lena asked. I denied with my head, blowing. It's supposed, he said. He looked at me with a sadness I didn't expect. We all knew it would hurt you when you came back, and then others brought it to us. We buried ourselves in the illusion of true love and lied to ourselves thinking it was okay. Some of the most vocal people, like my

3:06 husband, were trying to relieve their own guilty consciences by telling us that you would be okay, to hide their own guilt. I looked at the broken couple. Mark couldn't look us in the eye, and Lena was on the verge of tears. So, now what? I simply asked. Lena let out a bitter laugh. Let's say our chickens are coming home to graze. We've hurt someone we loved, and my marriage is hanging from a thread. I don't know if it will survive. I looked at Mark, who remained silent but clearly was listening. If they hoped that the blame would make me feel sorry for them, they were wrong.

3:52 "I can't say I'm not happy to know that both are going through difficulties," I said softly. "However, as a manager partner of our firm, I've decided that it's not the best thing for the business to keep running its account. Based on recent activities, it's time to split up." Marc's shoulders sank. I added, "However, I can recommend three firms that would be willing to take care of their account." James here has a list with his data. James slipped a paper on the table. If you are interested, just let James know and we can send you the financial statements from last year.

4:38 Mark's hope in his eyes vanished into a blank look. That's all, a recommendation, have you finished with us? Yes, I replied, shrugging my shoulders. You chose to support Jillian and her partner using terms like "true love" and "destined to be together, without remorse." They smiled, laughed and joked while they did. This is cause and effect. You interfered in my life, so I interfere in yours. With that, I got up and left the room without saying goodbye. Shortly after, James informed me that they had chosen another firm, and that he would deliver the details

5:23 once Mark and Lena signed the required forms. During the following month, this scene was repeated with three more clients who had supported Jillian in her infidelity, reaching a similar conclusion. Surprisingly, despite losing four clients, I won six new ones from the same circle that disapproved of what had happened and wanted to support me. August became September and the final divorce decree arrived. By then, I had moved back to the reformed house, my arms had healed and I no longer had to deal with the stinging of bandages. I missed seeing myself as a boxer, but not the discomfort of bandages. The day I received the documentation, I also missed a call from Jillian, which I

6:10 did not return, but I read her text message that simply said, "Goodbye, Gregory." "I'm sorry. I wasn't sure how to feel. Did I feel a real remorse? The pain of betrayal had relieved something in the months since the incident at the club. I was still angry and upset, but I understood that if Jillian could leave so casually, she wasn't the right person for me. That weekend, Calin and several co-workers organized a barbecue of friends and family at my house. I was surprised, but deeply moved. I must have hugged more than two dozen people that Saturday afternoon, and although I only got to know about a third

6:56 of the guests, I was never alone. Kaleem, James, Serri and several staff members accompanied me all day. At one point, I sat down with a drink in my hand while James took care of the grill. Ceri joined me, and as I watched a group of little children playing in my garden, I felt a wave of emotion. The realization that Jillian and I would not have the children we had spoken to for years hit me hard. Ceri noticed my anguish and gently touched my cheek. I understand, Greg, he said in a low voice. There will be life again, and you will see. Don't close today. "You have many people here to

7:42 support you, friends, colleagues, family. We know what happened was not fair. James and me were also hurt, but we want you to know that we are here for you." Ceri hugged me for a few minutes, and I felt the comfort of his presence. Shortly after, James joined us with a look of compassion, followed by more hugs from Kaleen and other staff members. Throughout the afternoon, I felt supported by warm gestures and words of affection, even though I was a little devastated. The following week at work, I felt better. The staff noticed my better mood and even saw me smiling and joking, something that hadn't happened in a long time.

8:29 During the weekly staff meeting, I thanked everyone for their support, making special mentions to James, Kalin and Serri for helping me see that there is life after betrayal. That week, we also won three new clients, two of them large corporations. It seemed that we had been recommended by an old client. They commissioned us with a detailed financial analysis, and I decided to get involved in the forensic audit for one of the companies. I appreciated the work and established a routine of cooking dinner and keeping in shape, with the goal of overcoming the past and not becoming another statistic. On Thursday night, two weeks after the barbecue, I was preparing a quiet dinner of

9:16 lamb chops and gnocchi with apple mustard reduction when the doorbell rang. I walked towards the main door, surprised to see a beautiful blonde woman standing there. Before I could say hello, she approached, threw me down the shirt and kissed me. Her lips were soft, and I could taste the mint in her breath. Without thinking, I gave her the kiss, and we shared a moment that felt so surprising and exciting. When we finally parted, I looked at her face and saw a trace of tears in her eyes. Before I could say anything, she turned back and gave me a soft pat. I was stunned, my expression was blindingly showing my confusion. His

10:02 face was a mixture of sadness and compassion as he spoke. "I'm sorry, Gregory. That wasn't the best way to say hello," he said, his voice had a seductive but firm tone. I bowed my head, trying to find out who it was. "Eh, of course," I said, unsure of how to respond. Rebecca introduced herself with a smile. I repeated her name, Rebecca. We remained silent for a moment before she asked, "What brings you to my door tonight?" She smiled playfully. "You," she simply said. "Really," I responded, intrigued. "So, why

10:47 do I need you here?" Rebecca's smile widened. "Because you need me here," she said. I raised an eyebrow. "I appreciate the compliment, but I'm curious about why you appeared like this. It's not every day that someone greets me with a kiss and a slap. Rebecca's eyes shone. "Do you think I'm beautiful?" she asked, surprised. "I agree," she added, dazzling. His smile became even brighter, and he nodded slightly. "Thank you," Gregory said, looking down. Rebecca was wearing a dark blue summer dress that

11:33 wonderfully complemented her blonde hair. I noticed her well-toned calves and classic features, tall cheekbones, big blue eyes and adorable nose. She had a presence that would attract anyone's attention when passing by. "Something smells good," she commented, smelling the air. I sighed happily and opened the door again, inviting Rebecca to come in. I was pretty sure it wasn't dangerous and I was curious to know what she wanted. We chatted casually as she took her to the kitchen. I served her a glass of chardonnay, which she had been enjoying lately, and I put it in front of her. Then I finished preparing dinner again.

12:18 Fortunately, I was doing enough to have leftovers for lunch the next day, so I quickly prepared a second dish for Rebecca. While she put the dishes on the table and dimmed the kitchen lights, Rebecca laughed when she noticed the change of atmosphere. "Our first date, and you're already serving me," she said in a playful way. "Well, a woman likes a man who knows what he wants," I replied with a smile. Rebecca laughed and, raising her glass, gave Gregory a toast, who, even after all, still knows how to treat a lady. We clapped our glasses and drank a sip of wine, smiling at each other. Rebecca first tasted the food,

13:04 and when she gave a bite to the meat with the reduction of sauce, her eyes opened with delight. Gregory, this is incredible. Thank you. I said, pleased that she liked it. I'm glad you like it. Rebecca's smile softened and became more serious. "So, no games, who am I and what is all this about?" He took another bite and a sip of wine before responding. "First, thank you, Gregory. There are many ways you could have reacted to what I did, and you handled it with grace. I was outside your door almost 20 minutes before you called. I sat down,

13:50 drinking my wine. And who are you?" Rebecca smiled. We've seen each other a couple of times before. I'm Kalin's niece. The understanding came to me. Are you Rebecca? I'm sorry, you look so different from when we last met. Rebecca's smile was full of sadness. I was in a different phase then. I had dyed my hair black, wore dark makeup and had several piercings. I was going through a bad time. After a break, I felt lost, and Aunt Kalin helped me find a change of pace. I remembered meeting her during

14:35 that period. I had come to the office several times, every time dressed in black. Rebecca continued, my ex was cheating on me with three people, two women and a man. We were in a club, and when I went to the bathroom, he was with the man. It devastated me. I almost choked on my wine, surprised. Wow, I didn't know. Rebecca sat down, looking at her glass of wine. I ran to my parents' house, crying for days. After a week, Mom took me with Aunt Kalin, and that's how I finished in the office. Do you remember meeting me? I smiled. Yes,

15:22 I remember. I asked what kind of coffee you wanted. Rebecca smiled. Mocha with double dose and extra chocolate. We both remember. We laughed together. Rebecca's smile faded a little as she continued. The slap was because I went to the barbecue the other day and you didn't see me. I'm sorry if it seemed hard. I swallowed and replied, it was a difficult day. I didn't notice. Rebecca gave me a warm smile. It's okay, Gregory. Rebecca smiled, recognizing the soft nature of her previous actions. I didn't want the slap to be taken seriously. I just imagined a

16:09 stage where I could greet you and express my feelings after you didn't see me at the barbecue. I even wanted to give you a comforting hug that day, but I thought everyone was already offering support and maybe you wouldn't remember much. I looked at her, remembering a comforting presence in dark blue jeans and a red blouse. "Remember?" she asked. I nodded, confirming the memory of the outfit. Rebecca continued: "I spoke to Aunt Calin recently. I knew she was a little interested in you and saw me at the barbecue. She encouraged me to come and talk to you. I laughed. Did you know you were coming to give me a

16:56 kiss? "No," she blushed. Honestly, I wasn't sure if I could do it, but when you opened the door, I decided to try it. I extended my hand and took his. I'm glad you did it. Honestly, it was one of the best things that have happened to me in months. Rebecca smiled and we spent the next three hours chatting. She helped me clean after dinner and we continued talking with a small glass of oporto in the living room. I learned that she was 28 years old, had just completed a career in finance and had started a junior accounting job at a manufacturing company. She liked various types of music, although she was not a heavy

17:41 metal fan. Rebecca was close to her family, her parents had been married for 30 years and hoped they would be for many more. She had a younger sister who lived in New Zealand and they spoke once a month. Rebecca liked to go to the beach, but avoided the water due to her sensitive skin. She had only had two boyfriends, including the one who had betrayed her, and was sad about the experience. I shared that I was distanced from my mother after a family disagreement after my father's sudden death. My younger sister had caused the rupture, which arose from a misunderstanding related to a comment by Jillian. By the time Rebecca left, it was almost

18:26 1 a.m. We both thought she was going to sleep, but we agreed that it was best to get to know each other first. When she left, she gave me a warm kiss, and I fell asleep with a smile for the first time in months. Rebecca's visit had broken the defenses and the pain it had built. The next morning, my smile was evident, and Kalim noticed it quickly. "Come on, tell me, Greg, who is she?" he asked with hopeful anticipation. "Rebecca came last night," I replied. Kalim's reaction was unmistakable. He put his hands together in his chest, radiant with joy. Kalim led me to the kitchen and insisted that I share all the details. He laughed when I told him about the

19:16 kiss and the slap, moving happily while describing the dinner and our conversation until dawn. Greg, I'm so happy for you, he said. Even if none of this comes out, seeing you move on with everything that happened is already worth it. But I think there could be something special between you and Rebecca. We talked a little more, and Kalin asked me if I would see Rebecca again. I told her that we had been sending each other messages all day and that we planned to go out to dinner that Friday. Kalin was exuberant the rest of the day, and her happiness seemed to encourage everyone else. When Friday night came, I went to pick up Rebecca, asking her to dress for our formal date. She did not disappoint me.

20:05 When I knocked on the door of her apartment, once again she left me breathless. Rebecca was wearing an elegant black dress with thin straps, her long blonde hair collected. He wore a black coat and a black bag. His outfit highlighted his toned-down calves and he wore modest heels. He turned around and smiled, showing me his outfit. "Wow, I'm in a hurry," he laughed. Every time we met, you couldn't even say hello before she said anything else. I took a step forward, pulled her towards me and looked into her eyes for a moment. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, trying not to ruin her

20:53 makeup. "Hello, beautiful," I said as I broke the tender kiss. I laughed. She opened her eyes and smiled. We walked hand in hand towards my car. When I went to open the door, Rebecca stopped and looked. "Is this your car?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. Rebecca's jaw fell. "Yes, I'm a Mustang boy, but not any Mustang. I have a 1967 GT in classic gray with black stripes and classic finish, but with a modified exhaust. I was surprised that Gillian didn't try to keep him in the divorce, but I guess I knew I would have fought for him. This car is my pride and joy and only

21:40 comes out for special occasions. " I opened the passenger door for her. He had a smile on his face as he slipped into the seat. When I turned on the car, Rebecca laughed and then laughed at the vibration of the fifth eight driving the car. We drove to the city, talking about our working weeks and how Kalin had spoken to both, expressing great hopes. We dined in an elegant Japanese restaurant. There were a variety of dishes, and Rebecca and I tried several, although I'm not a fan of Japanese cuisine. Each one took a small amount of sake, fun for a date, but not a regular drink for us. After dinner, we ended up in

22:27 the casino, where we made some bets and went with a little more than 600 pesos from what we had brought. The casino also had a club, so we dressed up and entered. It was an elegant club with people of different age groups, all dressed to have a good night. It must have been almost 1:30 in the morning when we left. We had danced a lot, and I must admit that I enjoyed it when Rebecca danced near me on the track. Throughout the night, some boys approached her, asking her to dance. Every time, she refused politely but firmly. Once, while I was coming back from the bar with the

23:12 drinks, a boy stopped me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You're a lucky guy," he said. "Your wife is really something." I just asked him to dance, and he rejected me flat. I had the feeling that I was used to enchanting people, but Rebecca had rejected him without a doubt. He gave me a pat on the shoulder, smiled and moved away. On Saturday morning, I woke up slowly, with a smile on my face as I remembered the summer vacation I had spent with Rebecca. The morning sun was filtering through my blinders. I remembered dinner, dancing and the conversations where I felt connected. Suddenly I wake up, turn around and see

23:58 Rebecca lying there, with her eyes closed and breathing softly. Without verbal agreement, we had returned to my house, and she had followed me to the bedroom and had gotten into bed with me. "If you're going to look at me like that, you better follow it with some action," Rebecca said lazily, with her eyes still closed but a big smile on her lips. I smiled and she joined me under the sheets. We were soon asleep. In the morning, I woke up with a kiss on my lips, remembering our first meeting. Our lips met in an passionate exchange, intertwining our beings. "Rebecca?" I asked for a moment while our caresses stopped. "Yes," she replied distractedly, lost in the moment. "Rebecca," I repeated.

24:48 She opened her eyes and looked at me. I saw desire, a hint of lust and something else that was difficult to define, perhaps a reflection of my own feelings. "Are you okay?" he asked, making a double take. "If you're worried, we didn't do anything other than kiss and sleep," he added. I leaned back, resting on one side. "Rebecca," I started to say, but I stopped. She didn't say anything, adjusting too. The sheet fell slightly, revealing a glance at her. Rebecca realized but quickly lifted the sheet, feeling that it was a deep moment.

25:34 She waited for me to find my words. I'm afraid, I admitted. What Jillian did hurt me in ways I don't know how to express. I felt that it could never be enough, as if I failed as a man. Rebecca felt again, without saying anything and giving me space. I've been through so many emotions in the last year: pain, anger, sadness, hopelessness, despair. But now, I feel fear, not about Jillian, but about you. Rebecca extended her hand, caressing my cheek. The compassion in her eyes almost makes me cry. I understand, Gregory. Jillian hurt you

26:19 a lot. You had completely surrendered to her, trying to connect, and you were rejected. I sat down, then took a deep breath. I'm scared, Beke. I'm worried that I'm falling in love with you. I feel broken and damaged, and if I can't give you what you need? In a movement that I didn't expect, he pulled me towards her, with my head resting on her chest. Schach, my beautiful man, said softly. Don't worry about that. I see you're hurt. I want to help you heal. "Just give me what you can, but never hold it back."

27:05 I raised my head, and for a moment, we looked deeply into each other's eyes. Moments later, our lips met and our passion lit up. I let myself take my hands exploring her body. "Take me," he simply said. It started slow, but Rebecca and I made love for almost an hour. Few words were exchanged, our bodies communicated our feelings. Then, covered in sweat, we snuggled. "Thank you," I said, feeling her smile. "You're welcome, darling," she replied. "Do you feel better? You gave me a gift today," I said. "You gave me back my

27:51 sense of myself." She squeezed her grip on me. "Yes, but now it belongs to me." Nadie más lo tendrá. Ese fin de semana, no creo que saliéramos de la cama excepto para bañarnos o buscar comida en la cocina. Permanecimos desnudos hasta la mañana del lunes, cuando era hora de trabajar. Tuve que llevar a Rebeca de regreso a su apartamento usando el vestido de la noche del viernes. Ella fue sin ropa interior, lo cual fue bastante emocionante. By the time I got to the office, I had already received two photos of my girlfriend, one of which showed how I had written "Gregoris" on her torso. That week, Rebecca

28:37 stayed at my house every night except Wednesday, when she had to work late. It was easier for her to pick up her things from her place. In my office, Kalin never pressured, but she seemed to be aware of our relationship. "I never confirmed it, but I'm sure Kaleen knew we were together." "Hi, Greg," James said on a Tuesday after the coffee round. "Do you have a few minutes?" He closed the door behind him without waiting for an answer. "Sure," I said, raising a eyebrow and gesturing to keep going. I felt like I wanted to discuss something serious, probably related to Jillian. ¿Así que, las cosas van bien entre tú y Rebecca? Preguntó. Sí, sonreí. Solo

29:27 han pasado unos meses, pero parece que hemos estado juntos seis. Lo entiendo, dijo James. Ceri y yo hemos estado juntos poco menos de cinco años, pero se siente como diez. No de una manera mala, sin embargo. Levanté la mano y reí. Lo entiendo, James. No es algo malo. He nodded. "Serry and I are so happy to see you smile again. In fact, we were wondering if you'd like to join us for dinner on Saturday night at our house." There was a touch of nervousness mixed with hope in his voice. "I don't think we have

30:14 plans, but I'll ask Becky," I said. "U.M., Greg," James said, going to the barn and closing the door again. "Gillian." I raised a eyebrow. "What's wrong with her? Do you know Kensington's auditing? What are we doing?" asked James. I nodded. Kensington was one of the two major multinationals we had worked with. James was the second in command, reviewing financial records. "Well, we've found a couple of problems and I need guidance," he said. "Okay, show me what you have," I replied. James extended several reports. The audit revealed that one of its intermediary managers had

31:01 been withdrawing money from the company to pay for various illegal services, from drugs and prostitutes to keeping a lover and a child in the United States. This had been happening for several years, but it had not been noticed due to the cunning methods of hiding the manager. The total amount withdrawn was just under two million pesos. I sat back, trying to absorb the implications. "So, let me understand this," I told James. "For just over four years, he's been defunding money for drugs and prostitutes, and for the last three years, he's been using the company's money to pay for the maintenance of a son and a woman abroad?"

31:47 James nodded. "Practically." "Wow," I said, trying not to smile too much in the face of the absurdity of everything. James let out a laugh. A month later, we presented a initial report to Kensington, but we reserved the details until the file was tracked. They were concerned about the possibility of fraud and agreed that they needed to understand the magnitude of corruption before taking action. We asked for one more month, and they accepted without a doubt. Two weeks after that, on a Friday night, I came home and found that Becky had let herself in and had prepared a dinner in the light of the candles. I had served myself a

32:34 cracker with Coca-Cola and a glass of red wine for her. While we enjoyed our food, I noticed a small box among us. Rebecca seemed to feel my curiosity. After cleaning and filling our glasses again, we left the room. The lights were dim and soft music was playing through a Bluetooth speaker. "Gregg, honey, I just want to say that the last six months have been the best of my life," she told me. I started to answer, but she raised her hand. "I'm sorry, I just want to get this out," she said with a smile. "I know you were broken when we met, but somehow, I wasn't either." As you know, I had some difficult

33:20 experiences in my first loves. What we have now is much better than I could have imagined because we give each other completely. I love spending time with you, and I can't wait to come home with you every day. I told you I liked you since the day we met, and that's true. But I love you, Gregory. I really need you to know that. While I was talking, he left his drink and handed me the small box that had been on the kitchen table during dinner. The box was the size you could use to send headphones. It wasn't sealed, so I carefully lifted the lid to find another box inside. Sitting on top of

34:07 that box was a envelope. I took the envelope and looked at Rebecca. She looked at me nervously, but she nodded. I unfolded the letter that was inside. "Gregory, inside this box is the engagement ring you bought last week. I accidentally found it while I was cleaning when you were in the shower. I really hope you open the box, take out the ring and ask me to marry you. I love you so much. Yours truly and forever, Rebecca Brown." "I love you, I love you, I love you." I looked at Rebecca, with hope shining in her eyes. "I love you too," I said as I opened the second

34:54 box. There, surrounded by silk paper, was the compromise ring box I had bought. Inside there was a simple gold band with a single diamond in a clasp of a claw. Rebecca smiled, taking out the ring box. "I never looked inside the ring box," she told me. "I wanted to do it, but I didn't do it. I sat down and knelt in front of her. Despite Rebecca having orchestrated this a few weeks before I had planned, she let out a sigh, but smiled. Rebecca Brown, I started from the moment you appeared at my door, you have persecuted me. You have raised me and made me feel alive again. Before you kissed me that first time,

35:41 I never thought I would see the sun again. The first time we woke up together, you amazed me with your willingness to show how much you wanted to be mine. Throughout creation, I couldn't imagine a more beautiful woman or a more perfect couple. You always surprise me by pushing limits, but never disappointing me. I had planned to do this at your family's barbecue in a couple of weeks, but I don't think we can let this moment pass. I opened the ring box. "Rebecca Beth Brown, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife and agreeing to marry me?" The words had barely come out of my mouth when she jumped to her

36:26 knees in front of me, shouting, "Yes!" She extended her hand, and I slipped the engagement ring on her finger. Before I could react any more, she pulled me towards an enthusiastic kiss that made me feel excited. "Thank you, my fiancée," I said. "Oh, you're going to have the most attentive wife there is. And wait for us to have babies," he said with a playful smile. "I can't wait for you to get me pregnant and keep me barefoot and pregnant." Rebecca knew that excited me. He was aware of the conversations Jillian and I had had about the children. A moment later, the bell rang. I made a gesture of

37:11 frustration as I separated from the woman I had just proposed to marry to open the door instead of taking her to bed. When I opened the door, I was surprised to find Kalim, Rebecca's parents, James and Serri. Congratulations, everyone shouted when I opened the door. I was speechless by the surprise. I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist. I'm sorry, honey. I wanted to celebrate our commitment, so I invited some people. "This is the last surprise of the night, I promise," my now-promised said. We made everyone pass, her parents bringing two bottles of champagne. While the glasses passed, I tried to act as if

37:58 I were injured, although I couldn't help smiling as Rebecca showed her ring to the women. I received applause on the back of my future father-in-law and James. Then we sat in a group and spent the rest of the night happily laughing at childhood stories, both of Rebecca and mine. Later that night, early in the morning, after everyone had left, Rebecca and I retired to bed, exhausted. Before we fell asleep, he asked me to take some more pictures with his engagement ring. In the photos, and even in a video that no one else would see, the commitment ring was the only thing I had on. Following the drama that

38:45 seems to surround my life, about a month later, three significant events occurred in a 48-hour period. The first was to hand over the full forensic audit to Kensington. After reviewing the report with them, they were clearly disturbed by the magnitude of the fraud and there is likely to be consequences. I tried to hide my emotion from the report, knowing that Kensington's management was not aware of my personal interest in the matter. The second event took place that same afternoon. Rebecca had taken the afternoon off work and came to my office with some documents related to the wedding plans. I was also there to cheer the office up. While I was reviewing the legal documents

39:30 she provided me, I was frustrated with her for the first time. "Beke, you have to be joking with this document," I said, getting more angry as I read it. "Why, darling? I should give you peace of mind with our next marriage. You will be protected, your house, the business, everything," he replied. "I know, Beke, but it's unfair to you. This prenuptial agreement leaves you with almost nothing," I said. "No, it's not like that." "You can leave me with nothing if I deceive you, which I will never do," he explained. "In all other cases, marital assets are divided in half, and your business and

40:16 your liabilities are still safe." "Beke, honey," I told him, "I know you're trying to show how much you love me for what Gillian did, but the protections I already have are enough." Rebecca raised her hand. "I know, Greg. Trust me, I know," he said, taking my hands. This is my promise to you. The only way I'll stay with nothing is if I deceive you, and as I told you, that's never going to happen. I took a pen and signed the document. I'm going to trust you, Beke. I know, honey. Trust me, he said. We're going to put this in a drawer and we'll never need it. The document ended

41:02 up in a file drawer, without ever being discussed again. The third event happened the night after at home. I barely got home when Rebecca, who had already moved permanently, sent me to Dushan. I was just leaving when I heard screams. Wearing quickly with a pair of shorts, I ran to the entrance. I moved and he just passes someone else, I heard my ex-wife scream to my fiancée. I could hear Rebecca's calm response. "Honey, you went out the door. You left the most loving and kindest man on the planet, breaking his heart. And I'm not "fixed". I

41:49 stayed in the hallway, right out of sight. Yes, I admit that. However, I'm Gregory's "fixed" girl. He receives my attention and affection without reservation. Can you say the same thing about when you were married to him? Rebecca's words were sharp as she defended herself. "Why, little pig?" Jillian shouted, followed by the sound of a slap. I took that as my signal and rushed into the room. Both women turned towards me. Jillian was standing with one hand on a red mark on her cheek. "Rebecca," I said with a smile, "I introduce you to Jillian, my ex-wife."

42:35 "Gillian, do you know Rebecca, my fiancée?" Both women looked at each other before turning around as I stood between them. "Do you think it's funny, Greg?" Jillian asked me. Actually, I replied, "Yes, it seems funny to me." Considering that you weren't invited and you started yelling at my fiancée before getting slapped, I find it funny. Maybe a little bit of karma for how our lives ended together. Rebecca made fun of Jillian, but I extended a hand. "Enough, Becky," I said, interposing myself between them. "What do you want, Jillian?" "Why did you do it, Greg, why did you have to destroy my life?" he

43:22 asked, directing part of his anger at me. "What do you mean, Jillian?" I answered innocently. "I haven't had anything to do with you for almost a year. As far as I remember, you were the one who tried to ruin my life." "You left me for your so-called true love and you didn't care about the consequences." Jillian looked Rebekah in the eye and then looked at me again. "You didn't have to go and ruin Troy," she said, her voice teared with sadness. I laughed, which made Jillian a little pale. "You'll need to be a little more specific," Jillian said, crossing her arms. "Around my waist, there was another account

44:08 that the Kensington Forensic Audit made. It was your report that led to Troy's arrest. You didn't have to do that," said Jillian, her voice softening. "What should I not report in an audit when an employee has defrauded the company for more than $ 2 million for personal use, including drugs and other illegal activities?" I asked rhetorically. "Drugs, illegal activities?" asked Jillian, pale. I leaned forward. "Yes, Jillian. The person you left me with had a woman and a son in the United States. He also stole money from the drug company and other illegal activities. Everything is in the report.

44:54 I can send it to you if you want." He sank to the ground, his world crumbling around him. For the first time, I saw her truly lost, her narrative crumbling. Rebecca and I watched as she plummeted into the front porch. "He has been arrested, you know," said Gillian, the anger of a former missing person, her voice empty. I didn't know Troy had been arrested, but I suspected it wouldn't be long before the authorities wanted to talk to him, I replied. "We've been married for less than three months." "In a month from that, he was in the United States," said Jillian, starting to sob.

45:40 I must admit that I felt satisfied when I saw that she faced the reality of her situation. Although I felt sympathy for her, he had been my executioner in a cruel way, discarding me without thinking twice. He had been kind, but with Jillian, that kindness had limits. "What do I do, Greg?" asked Jillian, looking at Rebecca and me. Rebecca answered for me. "You're too rude to ask that after what you did to her," she said firmly, but without malice. "You were her first wife. I never said you were perfect." Jillian responded, "He was mine long before he was yours." Rebecca laughed, squeezing

46:27 her arms around me again. "He was never your replacement, Jillian. You never let him enter your heart completely. "You must have always kept a part of you away from him to do what you did." "That's not true," Jillian protested, shaking her head as she looked at me. I was silent, watching as the conversation developed. "I gave Greg completely when we were married," Jillian insisted. Rebecca laughed again. "Of course I did." That's why, as soon as your so-called true love came back, you started to see it behind his back. That's why you humiliated him and

47:13 tried to take away his house, investments and business. For a moment, Jillian kept quiet. If someone could become transparent and fade away, I imagined that this would be happening right in front of us. I was finally understanding what Jillian had done and what she had lost. Rebecca approached and sat next to Jillian in a surprisingly compassionate gesture. Jillian, she said softly, "You don't know my story. The first time I met Greg, he wasn't in a big place. He was happily married to you, and he could see how much he loved you. I was jealous of you, but when I knew what you did, I got angry. I wanted to come and show you what

47:59 you were losing. Jillian looked up, with a surprise note on her face. Rebecca continued, I was out of town during Greg's barbecue the weekend after his divorce ended. Greg was stunned. Even my aunt, Kalim, had problems communicating with him. Jillian looked at Rebecca, surprised. Kalim is my aunt, said Rebecca. Greg was devastated. Your departure left him in danger of falling into depression. He needed comfort, and I could offer it to him. He was vulnerable, and everyone at the barbeque, including myself, spent time comforting him. Rebecca looked at me with loving adoration. Jillian looked at me with grief. Greg

48:49 doesn't remember, but he thanked me. It was at that moment that I knew I could help him, that I had a chance to stop his fall. Jillian hugged her knees against her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs, looking at me as Rebecca told her story. After I hugged Greg, he didn't remember it, but he thanked me. At that moment, I knew I could help him and that I had a chance to stop his sliding into bitterness. I also realized that the spark of desire in my own heart to give myself to Greg could be built in the ruins of what Jillian had left behind. For a moment, no one said anything. The next week, I went to his house, and when Greg opened the

49:39 door, Rebecca had a smile on her face that reflected mine. I greeted Greg with a warm and lasting kiss, then I gave him a pat on the shoulder. Gillian's eyes opened up side by side as she looked at Rebecca and then back at me. Both Rebecca and I smiled among ourselves, remembering the moment. "That's right, Jillian," Rebecca continued. "From that moment on, I was completely and entirely dedicated to Greg. There will never be another person I love as deeply as him. The idea of doing what you did makes me sick. You wasted someone who would have given you the world, and that's why I thank you. He has my heart and soul now, and

50:26 if you hadn't ruled him out, he would never have had my opportunity. Nobody spoke for a minute, each of us lost in our thoughts while we contemplated our individual paths up to this moment. "How can you say that?" asked Jillian to Rebecca, looking down. "How can you say that he has you? What about your previous relationships, your previous loves?" Rebecca laughed. "Jillian, my previous relationships were quite complex. Even now, Greg benefits from the enthusiasm I bring to our relationship. I can tell you that you enjoy certain aspects of our time together. Jillian looked at us

51:13 as Rebecca took the opportunity. Have you ever let Greg completely enter your life, Jillian? Did you let him really know you? Did you hug him with all your heart and soul? Jillian moved uncomfortably in the face of Rebecca's frankness. Rebecca continued, "How can I do these things?" My answer is simple: there is no greater testimony of my love for Greg than to be completely present for him. Jillian sank against the wall, defeated. "What do I do now?" she asked, her voice full of regret. "I wasted everything for a dream." Rebecca shrank her shoulders. "Honestly, I don't care what you do. I

51:59 just want you to know what you lost. "No way will I let you go back to Greg's life. He's mine, and if you try something, well, let's just say you don't want to see how protective I can be with our happiness." Rebecca then came back to me. I found my voice and headed to Jillian. Rebecca was right. She belongs to me, and I belong to her. We are going to get married, we plan to have children and, hopefully, love each other deeply to the last breath. For my part, I no longer love you. I have memories of loving you, but between your betrayal and Rebecca being in my life, there is no love left for you. If Jillian could see herself more broken, I wasn't sure what

52:49 that would be like. I'm honest when I say that I don't really like you. You hurt me like no one else has done or will do. Pero tengo recuerdos de nuestro pasado. Así que aquí tienes un consejo, divorciate de Troy. Déjalo antes de que las cosas empeoren. Él se irá por mucho tiempo por lo que hizo. Jillian me miró, confundida. ¿A dónde iré? Me encogí de hombros. No me importa. Quizás Mark y Lena te dejen quedarte con ellos, ellos también se están divorciando. Jillian dijo con tristeza, no me sorprende. "Deceiving your spouse generally leads to that.

53:35 Look, Jillian, you need to solve that for yourself. I won't be there for you. We are only two people who once had something, it's just how you feel," Jillian asked with hope. "I'm sorry, but no," Rebecca and I said in unison. With that, Jillian got up, shaking her head in sadness. He looked at Rebecca and me, standing, hugging. Thank you for your honesty, he said. I wish we could have continued to be friends. At the beginning of all this I had that hope, but now I see that it was just a dream. Thank you. No one else

54:20 has been honest with me. Take care of each other. I hope you have a happy life together. With that, Gigli headed towards his car, threw a melancholic look at both of us and left. During the following month, more details about Troy's arrest emerged in the media. Our audit that uncovered the fraud was mentioned in the news, and by the end of the year we almost doubled our staff due to the growing demand for our services. Rebecca and I got married in a small ceremony with friends and family and spent the honeymoon in northern Queensland, enjoying two luxurious weeks on the golden beaches. When we returned, we found a rhythm of

55:06 work, love and dreams for the future. We talked about having children, and Rebecca agreed to stop using contraceptives to see what would happen. We shared our lives up close and we hoped to become parents. Nine months later, Sarah was born, followed by the twins, Henry and Peter, just under two years later. Finally, our baby Bridgette arrived. After Bridgette's birth, Rebecca and I decided that four children were enough, and I took a procedure to make sure we wouldn't have any more. In the years that followed, our life was rich and rewarding in ways I had never imagined. We faced the usual challenges

55:51 and family fights, but there was always a lot of love in our home and that never decreased. 32 years later, on a cold winter morning, the children and I said goodbye to Rebecca. Her fight against cancer had lasted only two years and gave everything she had to the children and to me, even in her weakened state. We shared many moments as husband and wife, often holding each other. Rebecca, despite the pain and the medication, remained alert and committed. One night, she said softly, "I need to feel the love of my husband, darling. We were both in bed, our bodies close. You're going to be

56:37 fine, you know that. I won't leave you alone, I reassured her." Rebecca smiled, remembering our past. We thought about how once I had been stranded in a snowstorm while she was waiting for me in a cabin. Our communication during those weeks had been limited to Facetime. "Yes, I'm going to miss you," he said. "Of course, I will miss you with all my soul," I replied. There we were sitting together, comfortable in our proximity, without the need for words. A little later, she grabbed my arm and said, "I'm scared, honey." I was crying softly. I know there isn't much time left. I can feel

57:23 my body turn off. Her tears mixed with mine as we both cried. Married for more than thirty years, with four children and six grandchildren, and having traveled around the world together, I held them close. "That Chachach," I whispered, "I'll be here all the time." "I'm not going anywhere." "I know," said Rebecca, "it's the only thing that gives me strength." We were silent for a few minutes before Greg asked, "Will you kiss me again?" "I want my last memories to be of us together." I smiled as we shared a soft kiss, knowing it would be the last. The next

58:08 day, our children came with their families. Rebecca was much weaker than the previous day, and it was evident that she was getting closer to the end. Her skin changed color, and we spent the day remembering, laughing, crying and singing. The children said goodbye, and while I held my wife, I told her, "I love you", feeling that our time together was coming to an end. Rebecca's eyes began to fade, but her hand raised and gently touched my cheek, evoking our first days together. We shared a final kiss, and at that moment, I felt the years melting away. Her face was soft and her eyes shone with the love she had always shown me.

58:54 As she gave her last breath, I felt her love and strength once again. I held her, with tears staining the sheets as she lamented the loss of a part of myself. Surrounded by family, we wept openly. Rebecca, my wife and the mother of our children, had been my true love and soulmate. I knew I would never be the same without her, but I found comfort in the fact that I no longer suffered. In the following months after Rebecca's death, I was grateful for my family and friends. If I felt alone at night, I had many photos and videos of our time together that brought me comfort. And not all of them were intimate, but enough so that when I felt alone, Rebecca's memory was still with me.

59:45 I could often imagine her presence, offering comfort while I slept, happy with our love and the belief that we would be together again someday. Approximately six months after Rebecca's death, I was enjoying a coffee on a Saturday morning at our local café when a shadow passed over me and stopped. "Gregory," said a voice I hadn't heard in over thirty years. I looked up and saw Jillian, older than I remembered. "Jillian," I replied, recognizing her. I made a gesture towards the chair in front of me. "Would you like to join me?" She hesitated for a moment before sitting down and sitting down. I noticed the lines on her face, the dim

1:00:32 appearance in her eyes and the thinness of her body. I hadn't been aware of his life much since that night in my Porsche, but from what I knew, it hadn't been easy. "How are you?" I asked in a conversational way. "Oh, you know," he answered with a sigh. "I'm getting old." The body doesn't respond as it used to. Some mornings, I wonder if it's worth getting up. I laughed, understanding his feeling. Jillian smiled, but then she looked sad. I heard that Rebecca passed away. "I'm sorry, Greg," he said with genuine sorrow. "Thank you," I replied. I miss her terribly, but she's

1:01:18 always in my heart and in my mind. I smiled, remembering moments with Rebecca in this same café. Children never give me a moment of peace now that I see that she has left. They are determined to keep me active and make sure that someone is taking care of their elderly father. Jillian smiled briefly, then her expression turned into sadness. "And you, do you have children?" I asked, curious. She shook her head, looking regretful. "I never had children. I was married six times, but nothing compared to what I had with my first husband," she said in a melancholic tone. "I really

1:02:04 ruined things, didn't I, Greg?" She raised her hand. "I know I did." I hurt you, and then I aggravated my mistakes blaming you because Troy would deceive me and make me believe that we were twin souls. Every man I married after that was never at your level. I looked at the woman in front of me, feeling a mixture of emotions. I had hated her for a long time, but now I saw someone who had fought to find a real relationship. "Gillian," I said, breathing, "I think you need to forgive yourself." Not all your marriages could have been as bad as Troy's. Certainly, some of them were decent. For a moment, his eyes seemed distant, reflecting a memory that he could not

1:02:54 see. You're right. Barry, my fourth husband, was kind and gentle, he admitted. And after that night with you and Rebecca, I never forgave myself. I wanted to be loved, but I could never overcome the damage I caused you. He looked at me sincerely. "I know I said it before, but I really am sorry for what I did to you, Greg." "Thank you, Jillian." "I accept your apology," I replied. "It's time to let him go." We both smiled. We spent the following hours talking. I shared stories about my life with Rebecca, our children and the things we did together.

1:03:40 Jillian spoke about her hobbies and activities since she retired after more than 25 years working in the local government. When we were about to say goodbye, Jillian hesitated. "Greg, don't you think?" she began to ask. I smiled and shook my head. "I'm sorry, Jillian, but I love my wife too much. Rebecca and I are only separated for a short time until we meet again. My love for her burns with the same intensity today as when we met. I can't and I won't be unfaithful. My words resonated deeply in Jillian, and I saw a true pain and understanding in

1:04:27 her eyes. He slowly nodded. "Friends, then?" he asked. "Never," I replied. "I lived another decade before a brain drain took me a Saturday afternoon. Sarah and Bridget were close, and we had just had lunch. As I sat down to watch TV, I felt a strange sensation, my vision became blurry and I felt unusually tired. Then, I closed my eyes. The next moment, I felt a pair of arms around my waist and I realized that I was standing next to my own body. Rebecca was hugging me. "What?" I asked. "It's okay, honey." "It's your time," he said softly.

1:05:14 "What about the kids?" I asked. "They'll be fine," he assured me. "You haven't realized how much you've decreased in the last month, but they are. They're ready." "This is real, right? It's not just the imagination of my dying brain?" I asked. Rebecca laughed softly, approached me and kissed me. "Yes, it is. What a way to go, kissing your wife to your last breath." I smiled. "No, this is as real as it can be." "Look, here come the girls," said Rebecca as we watched my family meet. During the next hour, we were together, watching them

1:05:59 cry and laugh. My children shared stories of Rebecca and me, their emotions were a mixture of joy and sadness. While Rebecca and I hugged each other, we felt a deep pride for the strength and resilience of our family. When the paramedics arrived to take my body, Rebecca and I turned to offer consoling gestures to the children, knowing that it would take a while before we could be with them again. They remained unconscious of our presence, feeling only a slight change in the air. "Come on, honey," said Rebecca, wiping her tears. "I have so much to show you. You're going to love it. We have a lot to get

1:06:46 to the day. I don't need to go see God or anything like that," I asked. "Well, yes, he's waiting for you, but don't worry, he's a good guy," he replied with a calming smile. I paused, looking at Rebecca, who seemed to have a young and vibrant presence, very similar to that of our children. "Wait, there is no special experience up here?" I asked. Rebecca smiled warmly, her eyes shone. She took my hand and began to guide me in a certain direction. "Come and discover, my love," she said, her voice full of anticipation. "Let's see what awaits us." Dear listeners, please

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