Chapter 4 Cold Head

• Current time...
• After shaking his hand I felt how something warm gushed from his palm to mine that soon after ran through my body, it was something so liberating and pleasant, I could feel how the weakness and pain left my body, when our hands separated I could breathe normally, that agonizing pain disappeared.
• - I can't believe it!
• I said full of emotion, I could move my arms with total freedom as several months ago I stopped being able to do it, I kicked the blankets away, it felt so good to be able to move my legs, the emotion won me over and I stood up, but these started to feel like jelly and buckled.
• - Hey easy. - He grabbed my waist to keep me from falling, I rested my hands on his bare arm, he had such firm muscles, our gazes met and I felt something strange run through me. - You have a long time without walking, your legs need to get used to it, let me help you.
• I put my arm behind his neck, we started to walk slowly around the small room; I was having a hard time keeping up I wasn't going to say no, but he was holding me tightly to keep me from falling, after 3 laps I could walk better.
• - I think I can do it now, let me go out on the balcony...
• - I won't run the risk of you falling, I'll carry you.
• - You're going to get wet..." I said remembering the storm outside.
• - In case you haven't noticed, I'm already wet.
• - Right...
• He gave me a radiant smile, I looked down feeling silly, when I reached the balcony he let me go so I could lean on the edge, it felt so good the drops falling on my face, I reached out my hand to touch the leaves of the tree in front of me, my garden was not as beautiful as I remembered it, the pain invaded me I bent my head and began to cry bitterly.
• - Is he all right?
• I felt his hand on my back, at the same time so warm and yet so cold, I closed my eyes tightly looking at the sky.
• - Better than ever...
• I didn't know where I was going to start, who I was going to make pay first for his indifference, his hypocrisy his falsehood, I turned to go back to the room, he wanted to keep helping me, but I refused so he just held out his hand, I couldn't believe that this stranger who claimed to be death was kinder than the vermin who called themselves my family.
• I went to my closet where I had several dresses that the maids didn't even put on me, for some time now they only put sleeping gowns on me; once I dried my feet, I could walk more easily, I took one of the dresses and I was about to take a shower as I had longed for, but before I turned to see him, he was standing in front of the bed, looking at me with some nostalgia.
• - Well... I... I'm leaving, you have a revenge to plan, if you need me call me.
• - Okay Mr. Death, thank you very much
• Again again that smile that paralyzed me inside.
• - Take care Valeria.
• I didn't say more, I turned around and went into the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror, in spite of feeling recovered I still looked like an old woman, I didn't pay attention to that, I filled the tub with hot water and took a long bubble bath, I closed my eyes relaxing, when I took my arm out I was surprised to see my skin firm and smooth, then I took my hands to my face, it felt the same, I practically jumped out of the tub and looked at myself in the mirror.
• There was the me from before, my youth had returned, my hair was as I remembered it, large and shiny, I no longer had those wrinkles and big dark circles under my eyes, I couldn't help but hug myself and cry again, I was afraid, afraid to open my eyes and be in that bed again and that this was just a dream.
• I came out of the bathroom after a few minutes dealing with the anguish of depression and anxiety; the dress fit me beautifully, short sleeves tight to the body of velvet of an opaque navy blue color, I only lacked to complement a pair of shoes.
• As I always spent my time lying in bed I didn't need shoes so I didn't have any in my room, I decided to go to my old room to look for some, when I got to the doorknob I stopped and felt my hand start to tremble, I didn't understand why my body was reacting like that, what was it that I was afraid of.
• Filled with strength I opened the door and went out into the dark hallway, it seemed incredible to me what I was looking at, it was my house without a doubt, but it didn't look like it, the decoration was so different from how I remembered it, so unbecoming of me, it was like someone else's style.
• I walked slowly around the place, nothing was as I remembered it, however, I was trying to familiarize myself again, to get back to my reality, in truth the idea that it was just a dream had me anxious.
• I remembered the main reason to leave that room when I started to feel the soles of my feet cold because of the wooden floor, I went to my room; in the distance I saw that the door was slightly open... I remembered my husband Jair... Was he still awake? Was he still awake? What would I say to him when I looked at him? How would he react when he saw me? There were so many questions that I would only have the answer by going inside.
• - Jair calm down...
• That voice... my hand stopped dead in its tracks, I intended to open the door fully, but I moved slightly to look inside, I couldn't believe my eyes, my dear friend Cristina and my husband Jair in their underwear standing in front of the bed... my bed, he was holding her by the waist I pressed my lips together devastated.
• - I can't keep my hands off you, I want you so badly....
• - And you'll have me don't worry, but we're in no hurry....
• She sat on the bed, Jair knelt down to take off the slippers she had on.... My slippers! That I bought on one of my birthdays, look carefully at the clothes on the floor, a black evening dress that I wore for Christmas, my silver handbag that Roberto gave me for the success of one of our new enterprises...
• It couldn't be possible not only my parents and my husband but my best friend turned out to be a backstabber and a slut, it hurt me more that she used my clothes, my shoes and my bags instead of my husband, I would tear her hair out without a doubt.
• - Calm down. - A hand crossed my path appearing at the height of my chest to stop me from moving forward and entering the room as I had intended.
• I looked at him, it was him again, his wet white hair dripping close to my face as he looked at me with those light blue eyes in an expressionless way.
• - It's just that... she... he... - I spoke softly, I didn't know how to express myself, what to say I had so much to complain about both of them.
• - I know, but for revenge you need a cool head... That's your husband, isn't it? I understand that an infidelity is more than enough reason for a divorce to proceed with or without his signature.
• He passed me a camera, I had no idea where he got it from, since it was dry, but it was no time to think about that, he was right, I started to record everything silently from behind the door, my eyes watered at the scene, my husband kissed her with intensity that he never expressed with me, they got rid of their little clothes with a desperation to eat each other, I kept recording until they were both totally naked so that the act could be appreciated in the video and they had no way to deny it.
• It hurt me, not to see them together, but that this man was supposed to love me, but all those times he told me so were nothing but lies and as for her according to her she was my best friend and they had no respect for me, none.
• The price to pay for their betrayal will be high and I will charge them with interest.