What Javier didn’t know was that I didn’t work in the bookstore out of necessity. I didn’t know that my mother’s surname appeared on entire buildings in Mexico City. I didn’t know that his rise had not only been because of talent, but because I had moved influences with an old friend of my father’s who was on the board of his company.
That night, I opened the bank’s app. I looked at the automatic transfers that covered almost seventy percent of our actual expenses.
And I canceled them.
What happened when he quietly stopped paying for the life he thought was his?
The response destroyed his marriage… and his pride.
The first month was quiet. Javier bought new suits, booked expensive restaurants and talked about investments. I paid exactly my half. Nothing more.
The first shock was coffee.
“Where is the imported coffee?” He asked annoyed.
“Very expensive for my budget,” I replied. “I bought a regular one. If you want the other one, buy it yourself.”
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