Capítulo 29: A VERY UNPLEASANT VISIT!
Ana Santamarina's words chilled the air in the hospital room.
Óscar Roing stood behind Ana and asked her: — "Ana, what do you mean?" Ana's eyes shone with traces of tears. She looked extremely sad for everyone to see.
«Sister, I know everything. You hate our Father, don't you? But in all these years, he has always, always, always missed you.
Amaranta did not know how to respond to Ana Santamarina. She marvelled at that bad woman's acting skills. It seemed like she could summon tears at will, perhaps she had an artificial source connected to her tear duct, that was tremendous to believe. She had created a scene to give the impression that Amaranta was scaring her, just by her presence. How strong.
«Miss Santamarina, I'm really sorry to tell you this, though. What do you mean? "I don't understand her words," Amaranta said, giving her grandmother a reassuring look. "Grandma, everything is okay," he whispered, calming her grandmother's anxiety.
Grandma Mary felt so guilty at that moment, for calling Javier Santamarina's hard face, Even if she faced death, she should have nothing more to do with that family.
«Sister, I know everything. "You resent our Father for not taking care of you and for not paying attention to you all these years."
Óscar's heart hurt when he saw Ana's reaction. His mind was racing, trying to make sense of what was happening. It took him a brief moment to discover the relationship between Amaranta and Ana…
«Oscar, my father came home drunk last night. He kept murmuring the name Monica, Monica, to himself. Amaranta, Monica is your mother's name, right? "Our father said that the woman for whom he suffered the most in his life was your mother."
Oscar held Ana by her shoulder to give her support. The handsome man's eyebrows furrowed. His eyes were full of pain.
"Ana, your father doesn't know about your coming here, right?" Óscar asked.
«Oscar, I don't want my father to feel so terrible. I know that, in his heart, he has always missed Mrs. Monica and my Sister Amaranta. "He has always wanted Amaranta to live with us, ever since her mother disappeared."
«What about your mother, have you thought about her? How would she feel if she knew that your father had an illegitimate adult daughter, Oscar asked again?
With an even more scandalous cry Ana responded: — "Mother will be devastated," her cherry lips murmured. "But she will understand my Father. Oscar, will you come with me to convince my mother?"
«I will do it, Ana. Don't be sad. Your mother will understand too. Oscar Roing assured.
Amaranta clenched her fists tightly. How she wished she could throw that pair out the window! Even better to smash the bowls on his hollow head! — "Miss Santamarina, tell me, when did I say that I was going to recognize that she was part of the Santamarina family?"
Ana Santamarina cursed inside her. She was not willing to miss this great opportunity to harm Amaranta! Although her mother seemed sweet, she had a bitter and very black heart. She was capable of killing any rival.
She would do everything possible to make things go wrong for anyone who got in her way. Her victims would be destroyed. They wouldn't even have the chance to voice her grievances. Not to mention that she would never accept an indiscretion of such magnitude from her husband.
Ana Santamarina and her mother were cut from the same cloth in that sense.
This. What is this supposed to be?
«Miss Santamarina, I spoke with her father about this matter yesterday. Now, I'll make it clear again. I, Amaranta Cid, will not recognize it, nor do I need it. We were strangers before, and we will remain strangers in the future. Do you understand what I mean? "Or I'll explain it to you with little apples, like I do to babies."
Ana Santamarina's eyelashes were wet with tears.
«Amaranta, sister, you must recognize our father, he is very heartbroken and sad, and he only wants to help you, especially now that you are in your last year and need help to enter university and money for your grandmother.»
Amaranta a few years ago was once young and ignorant. She was once vain and materialistic. But all that was in a different period. In another life, another time, one where she was stupid and very naive.
At present, Amaranta knows it better than anyone. You cannot place your hopes on others, you must start life again, all by yourself, you cannot trust the empty promises of people who are only passers-by and especially those who once called themselves family and deceived you. And they took her to death.
Now she has reinvented herself. She is a better person.
Why make life difficult for yourself? Why should she choose to be such a scheming, lying and false woman like Ana Santamarina? What is true of her nature is that she will backstab anyone in the dark.
There is no point in taking precautionary measures to avoid attacks from her. In the end, they would all prove to be fruitless.
The best thing is to be away from that scavenger family
"There's no need. I don't need a father. I don't need a mother. I don't need a little sister. Please, both of you, just leave and don't bother my grandmother. If they still don't leave, I'll have to call the police!
«Sister, what exactly do you want us to do? What would it take for you to forgive our Father?
«I don't know what it is that YOU NEED! To understand that I cannot forgive a person I do not hate, because he simply does not exist for me… So, if he does not exist, I would not deny such a thing as forgiveness. Now get out. That's all I ask of you. Thank you for your visit."
Amaranta pushed the bouquet of flowers that Ana brought for Grandma Mary and Oscar's fruits into her arms.
Óscar did not take kindly to the way Amaranta treated the two of them. He thought she was being disrespectful and had little regard for others. Ana had already taken a big step back in relation to her father. How could Amaranta behave this way?
«Amaranta Cid, are you there?» — Óscar Roing, pointed with his hand to Amaranta's face. As far as he was concerned, anyone who made ANA sad or upset was scum.
Izan Marsans was standing at the door. Tall and imposing, he looked even more handsome and elegant in the dawn light. A halo seemed to hang between his well-defined eyebrows. It was quite a scene, straight out of a men's clothing model magazine.
Izan Marsans was wearing a white jumper, and it had a picture of a cute cartoon panda on the front. It was quite an adorable sight.
He was wearing a pair of normal jeans, but that didn't mean they were a very expensive brand. However, on him, it looked distinctively different. He looked like a model on the catwalk. Simply impossible to be a man who goes unnoticed.
Izan Marsans was upset when he saw Óscar Roing pointing his finger at Amaranta. He took two steps forward in his soft leather white boat shoes and stood in front of Oscar. Just by a slight force of his grip, Izan Marsans dislocated Oscar Roing's arm in a fraction of a second.
"Didn't anyone at home teach you that you can't point your finger at someone else?"
Oscar felt as if his arm was burning with pain. It was so heavy. That he felt he weighed more than a bag of lead. The pain on Oscar's face soon turned to anger. No one had dared to treat him this way before. He was a Roing one of the richest families in the city of him.
"Oscar, are you okay?" — Out of concern, Ana called Óscar, but she wasn't really seeing him. She was shamelessly observing Izan Marsans, standing next to Amaranta.
Her mind had only one thought.
This man was incredibly handsome.
He should be her future husband!
"Ana, I'm fine." Óscar didn't want to alarm Ana. He had stayed still on the spot and didn't say a word before she screamed.
Izan Marsans removed his gaze from Óscar Roing. His actions were indifferent. He moved towards Amaranta and said, "I'll get the hospital to move you and Grandma to another room."
"Sister, is this your boyfriend?" Ana asked with great anticipation. Was he? Ana Santamarina wondered silently. It can't be like that! Amaranta Cid was a run-down town girl. How could she have such an elegant, refined and handsome boyfriend?
Amaranta saw the sparkle in Ana's eyes. In an instant, she understood what was going through Ana's mind. "What does that matter to you? Don't call me sister." Hearing that word come out of your mouth repulses me, it makes me very sick. You might even develop a physical aversion to it!
Once upon a time, Ana Santamarina had called her "sister" in the same way.
And she foolishly believed that ANA was her younger sister.
But what happened in the end…
On the night of ANA and ÓSCAR's engagement banquet, a very disconcerting situation occurred, too strange to be true to this day: Óscar Roing and Ana Santamarina's sister were involved with each other in an illicit affair.
Silently enduring all the pain and agony, Ana pushed Oscar towards her sister.
At that moment, Ana's Sister in her heart, all she could feel was infinite guilt for what she had done to her. She did her best to meet all of Ana Santamarina's demands.
She put up with all the moments when Ana simply appeared before Oscar whenever she wanted, cloyingly calling him "Dear Oscar."
At that moment, she didn't understand.
However, now, she did it. When she saw that look of shameless desire towards Izan Marsans.
Ana was never in love with Óscar. To Ana, he was just a man who was nothing more than a spare part that she might have a use for in the future. If Ana could find a much better man and end up deeply in love with him, Óscar would be a burden for her.
She wasn't willing to be the one to initiate the breakup of the engagement. Instead, used AMARANTA, put her on the front line as a pawn and as a shield.
It was only when she, ANA, came face to face with reality and was beaten by other men that she realized what a good man Oscar Roing was. After understanding everything, she, Amaranta, became Ana's confidant. How much hypocrisy and evil
Ana Santamarina continued to cry in front of Izan Marsans, with force and shamelessness because she could not pronounce a word. Tears ran down her face just as she looked at Izan with red eyes.
Óscar saw the situation and immediately jumped to Ana's defense, thinking that who he saw was Amaranta, as if seeking her attention, poor naive man. — «Amaranta, you are like your mother. "Both are experts in exploiting her beauty."
What was going on between Mónica Cid and Javier Santamarina in the first place?
Amaranta herself had no idea about that.
But this didn't mean that Amaranta would simply take Oscar's insult to heart.
She walked up to Oscar, raised her arm and slapped the handsome face of the man she once thought she loved.
"Moron".
Amaranta felt that all this was ridiculous, totally absurd. An episode of a cheap soap opera.
Once, just once, she had fallen in love with Oscar. Even if she feared that he might be verbally violent towards her, he would still endure everything from her. And if she and Oscar ended up united by that strange night in an illicit affair in the past and, from then on, were connected by a marriage of one-sided love, she would still take everything upon herself.
She didn't blame Oscar. She recognized his mistake and was sorry. She admitted to stealing ANA's boyfriend and what could have been a happy future between those two.
It was only after everything that had happened that Amaranta finally understood that in this love triangle, between her, Óscar and Ana, she had always been the loser, in fact until today she understood that she was used.
She clearly remembers the day she was hit by a car and her body was seriously injured, the person Oscar was holding in her arms was Ana and not her.
«Sister, why did you do that? How could you do it? » she exclaimed, then turned around. «Oscar, does it hurt?»
In his entire life, Izan Marsans had only shown patience to two women: one was his Mother and the other was his sister. And now, there was Amaranta.
While Ana was worried about whether Óscar's face hurt or not, Izan Marsans' The Almighty Lord was only worried if Amaranta's hand hurt from hitting someone else.
«Amaranta, I hope your hand doesn't hurt, turn red or get bruised. "It must have been painful to hit a face as thick as that, that's a tough face."
Ana heard what Izan said and felt bad for Óscar. With her sweet voice, she spoke again: »Oscar, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you come with me. It's all because of me that you are being…"
At this point, Oscar's heart was full of happiness and gratitude. Fortunately, he arrived. If he didn't come, could a delicate, rich and beautiful lady like Ana really be able to deal with such an unreasonable country girl?…
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