Every morning I woke up with nausea so strong that I could barely get out of bed. The doctors They did all the possible tests and They found absolutely nothing wrong. in me. Until a stranger in the subway touched my necklace and said something to me that made my blood run cold. my name is Elena and I have been married to Marcos for 5 years.
I thought we had marriage perfect. We lived in a nice apartment in the city center. He had a job stable as a sales manager and I I worked from home like graphic designer. We didn’t have children yet, but we had planned for the near future. Everything seemed to go exactly according to plan. plan we had drawn up together.
But 6 months ago my life began to fall apart in a way that I would never have imagined. And it all started with a simple gift. It was our fifth anniversary weddings. Marcos came home that night with a huge smile and a small box wrapped in gold paper. I had prepared his favorite dinner. Baked chicken with roast potatoes and a fresh salad.
We had candles lit on the table dining room and had played soft music background. Everything was romantic and perfect. “Happy anniversary, my love,” he told me as he handed me over the box. When I opened it, I found a beautiful necklace. It was a thin silver chain with a heart-shaped pendant. The pendant was larger than normal, maybe maybe the size of a large coin and had small engravings floral details on the surface.
It was really beautiful. It’s beautiful, Marcos, I told him as I took him out of the box. “Let me put it on you,” he said, taking it. the necklace of my hands. He stood behind me and placed the necklace around my neck. your fingers They brushed against my skin as I buttoned the closure. I felt a chill, but at that moment I thought it was just for the emotion of the moment.
“You have left Perfect,” he murmured close to my ear. Promise me you’ll never you will remove I want you to use it every day like symbol of our love. It seemed to me a a bit strange request, but I also found her sweet and romantic, so I promised him I would use it always. I had no idea that promise almost it would cost your life.
The first days everything It was good. The necklace was comfortable and I liked the way it looked. I received several compliments from friends and co-workers at video calls. Marcos seemed especially happy every time I saw myself using it. He smiled more, he was more attentive, more affectionate I thought maybe we were getting into a new phase of our marriage, a more mature and profound one.
But then the symptoms began. At first it was just light nausea in the mornings. I thought maybe I had eaten something bad. or that I was developing intolerance to some food. Marco suggested that perhaps he was pregnant and the idea excited us both. But when I took the test it came out negative. The nausea got worse.
Every morning I woke up feeling that my stomach was twisting. I ran to the bathroom and spent half an hour there trying not to vomit. Sometimes I made it, other times no. I started losing weight because I barely I could eat in the mornings. Only after noon I was starting to feel a little better.
“You should go to the doctor,” Marcos told me. one morning while watching me leave the bathroom pale and trembling. “Yes, you’re right,” I replied. My GP gave me an exam complete. Urine blood test. checked my blood pressure, my heart, everything. The results came back completely normal. “I don’t find anything wrong, Elena,” he told me.
with a frown . “Maybe it’s stress. Have you been under a lot of pressure lately?” “No more than normal”, I responded. “Well, let’s monitor the situation. If symptoms continue or worsen, come back to see me But the symptoms are not They just continued, they got much worse. I started having headaches constants.
They were dull pains that seemed to come from the back of me skull and extended forward. I took painkillers, but hardly They helped. I also started to feel tired all over the time. No matter how much I slept, I always woke up exhausted. My skin started to look different. too. She was paler, almost grayish.
He had deep dark circles under his eyes. no makeup could hide. My nails became brittle and my hair began to fall out more than normal. Marcos seemed genuinely worried. He took me to see a specialist, then to another and then to another. We spend a fortune in queries medical and tests. I had MRIs done, CT scans, more blood tests, allergy tests, allergy tests thyroid.
Everything was normal. It’s very frustrating, I told Marcos one night while we were lying in the bed. I feel horrible but no one can tell me that’s wrong. I know, love, he said caressing my hair. But we will find the answer. Don’t worry. He noticed that my hand was on the necklace, playing with the pendant, like had developed the habit of doing.
“You still use it every day,” he commented with a smile. “Sure,” I replied. “You I promised. “You are the best wife in the world,” he said. kissing my forehead But something in his voice seemed strange to me that night. I couldn’t explain it exactly. There was a note of satisfaction that It fit the situation.
I shook my head saying to myself that I was being paranoid. The symptoms were driving me crazy. Three months have passed since they started the symptoms. 3 months of feeling every time worse. I had lost almost 10 kg. My friends started to worry. My younger sister, Sofía, called me one day crying.
Elena, you look terrible, he told me video call. You look like a ghost. What is happening? I don’t know, Sofi, I answered honestly. The doctors find nothing. Have you considered that maybe it is something psychological, depression or anxiety? The doctors also me They asked that.
They made me see a psychologist. He says I have no signs of depression and of anxiety disorders. This is so strange,” said Sofía biting his lip. “And Marcos, how is he handling all this? He has been incredible,” I admitted. He supports me in everything, he takes me to all medical appointments, makes sure Let him eat, he takes care of me when I feel bad.
And it was true, Marcos had been a model husband during all this situation. He cooked for me, he cleaned the house, he I was in charge of the purchases. When I was too weak to work, he never complained that my income they will go down I constantly told myself that the most was important to my health, but There were small moments, so small, that I almost ignored them, where something It seemed out of place.
Like the time I accidentally spilled water on the necklace while washing the dishes and Marcos almost screamed, or when my Mom suggested that maybe I should take off all my jewelry for a while to see if he had any allergies metal. And Marcos immediately said that That was ridiculous because I had used silver jewelry before without problems.
Also had added, “That necklace is special. It is the symbol of our love. does not have meaning to take it off. My mother had looked at me with a strange expression after that comment, but he didn’t say anything else. One day after a doctor’s appointment particularly frustrating, where a gastroenterologist told me that I couldn’t find anything wrong with my system digestive, I decided to go for a walk a little before returning home.
I needed fresh air and time to think Marcos had left me in the office, but I had a meeting important at work, so I said I would take the subway back. It was noon and the subway was not very full. I sat in one of the seats near the door and closed the eyes, feeling the movement of the train. My hand, as always, was automatically to the collar.
It was a gesture that he had developed in these months, something that did without think Excuse me, said a voice next to me. I opened I looked up and saw an older man sitting next to me. He must have been about 60 years old, carefully combed gray hair, short, well-groomed beard, and wore glasses with gold frames.
He was wearing a dark suit that looked expensive, but not ostentatious. He had his hands in his lap and I noticed that his fingers were long and thin, with very clean nails. “Yes,” I replied. “Forgive my boldness,” said the man. with a soft voice and polite . “But I am a jeweler by profession.
I’ve been in business for 40 years and I couldn’t avoid noticing her necklace. Instinctively my hand covered the pendant. “It’s very nice, I continued. But there is something in which I find it unusual.” “What do you mean?” I asked, feeling a small alarm in my chest. The man leaned slightly towards forward, squinting to see the pendant is better.
“The weight is not correct,” he said. “A silver pendant of that size should be lighter and the way it hangs of his neck. There’s something inside, I’m “sure.” My heart started beating faster. Inside. What does mean by inside? Can? He asked extending his hand. I hesitated for a moment, but something in his eyes made me trust him.
There was a expression of genuine concern there. I let him touch the pendant, although he didn’t I took it off my neck. The man He held the silver heart between his fingers, turning it gently, palpating it, pressing it lightly in different points. Yes, he murmured, more to himself than to me. There’s definitely something inside.
This pendant opens. It’s like a reliquary, but the mechanism is very good hidden. “It opens,” I repeated, confused. You’re sure? My husband gave it to me and never mentioned to open. The man looked up at me and his expression became serious. Miss, I’m going to tell you something and please Don’t take it the wrong way.
This type of pendant with secret compartment, in my 40 years of experience, I have seen this specific design only a few times and never was to save something nice I felt the blood drain from my chest. face. What does it mean? These pendants are used to contain substances, liquids or powders. I have seen cases where they contained perfume, yes, but I have also seen more cases dark Darker, I whispered.
The man looked directly at me. eyes. Have you been feeling bad lately? Sick for no apparent reason . My mouth opened, but nothing came out. sound. How could he know that? “His eyes are yellow,” he continued. the man gently. Her skin is pale, He has tremors in his hands and way he holds his hand stomach occasionally I would say it has chronic nausea .
How? I started. “Because these are classic symptoms of poisoning gradual,” the man said. And if there is something inside that pendant that is releasing slowly a toxic substance near your skin, near from your throat where it is so close to your respiratory system, He didn’t let me finish. I felt dizzy suddenly.
The train was moving, but it felt like everything was spinning around me. “No,” I said, shaking my head. No, that’s impossible. My husband loves me. He gave me this necklace for our anniversary. “Miss,” said the man and his voice was kind but firm. “needs open that pendant and see what’s inside.
If I’m wrong, I will deeply apologize for having alarmed. But I’m right.” I stared at him, my mind racing. 1000 km per hour. I thought about all the symptoms. I thought of all the doctors who didn’t They found nothing. I thought about how there was started exactly after I started wearing the necklace.
I thought about how Marcos insisted that I will never take it off. I thought about your overreaction when it got wet. I thought about how always seemed to be monitoring whether I was using it. “I can’t believe my husband would make me something like that,” I said. But my voice sounded faint, even to my own ears.
“Then open it before me,” said the man. “Prove me wrong. I’ll show you how to find the mechanism.” The train stopped at a station. The door opened and some people They went down, others went up. The man did not move. “Me neither.” “How long has been wearing the necklace?” he asked. 6 months, I responded automatically and the symptoms began immediately, maybe a week later, The man nodded as if this confirm your suspicions.
“You need to take it off right now,” he said. Even if it turns out I’m wrong about poisoning, clearly is having some kind of reaction to him. Your health is more important than any jewel I was right, I knew it, but my hands were shaking while I took them to the part back of my neck to look for the closure.
“Here,” said the man, “let me help her.” With expert fingers unbuttoned the closure. The necklace fell into my hands. For the first time in 6 months my neck was bare and it was strange but i swear I immediately felt like I could breathe a little better. “Now,” said the man, taking the pendant. from my hand, the mechanism opening in these specific designs It’s usually here.
He pressed his nail in an almost invisible spot on the side of the heart of silver. There was a small click so soft that I barely heard it over the noise of the meter. The pendant opened like a clam. Inside was a small capsule of size glass big pill It was sealed at the ends with something that looked like wax. And inside the capsule there was a liquid Sure, almost like water, but slightly more viscous.
The man and I stared at him. silence for a moment. This shouldn’t be here, he said finally the man, his voice strained. This is definitely not perfume or nothing innocent. The glass is designed to allow that small amounts of steam are filter slowly. It is a prolonged release method. I felt the tears start to come run down my cheeks.
My husband tried to kill me, I whispered. “I can’t confirm that legally,” he said. the man carefully, but he needs to go to the police right now. Don’t go back to your house. Don’t tell your husband you know about this. Just go directly to the police. But why? I asked sobbing now.
Why would I do this? we carry married 5 years. I thought I was happy. I thought loved me. The man gently closed the pendant, making sure that the closure was well positioned so that nothing would spill. “Money is often a motive,” he said. “Do you have any life insurance, inheritance, properties?” I thought about it.
Yes, I had insurance considerable life. My father had insisted that took out when I got married and there was also recently inherited a property my grandfather, a piece of land on the outskirts of the city that was worth a lot money. Marcos had been pressuring me to to sell it, but I wanted keep it for sentimental reasons.
Yes, I admitted. I have life insurance for a million weights and I inherited a property 8 months ago. The man nodded sadly. That would explain it. 6 months of gradual illness before an apparently death natural. Doctors have already documented all their symptoms, but can’t find a cause. When he died, probably They would attribute the death to some type of undiagnosed autoimmune disease or due to organic failure unknown.
He would collect the insurance, he would inherit the property like her husband and no one would suspect anything. It was too much. Everything was too much. I started crying harder. The man reached into his pocket and He offered a clean handkerchief. “I’m so sorry,” he said.
“I know that this is devastating, but at least now he knows and can be saved.” The subway stopped at the next station. The man stood up. “This is my stop,” he said. “But please, listen to me Go directly to the police. Not to his house. Don’t call your husband. Show them the necklace. ask them to Analyze the fluid and keep saved.
He took out a business card from his wallet and gave it to me. my name is Roberto Maldonado. I have a jewelry store on the main street number 234. If the police need you to testify about the necklace, I am willing to do it. I also have contacts in laboratories that can analyze the substance. Thank you, I managed to say between sobs.
Thank you for saving my life. Take care of yourself,” Roberto said and then got off the train I sat there holding the necklace in my trembling hands while the subway continued on its way. my mind was in chaos. Some of I still couldn’t believe this was real. Marcos, my Marcos, the man I had met with married, the man I loved, He had really tried to kill me.
But the facts were all there. Symptoms that started just when I started wearing the necklace, his insistence that I would never take it off, his reaction when he got wet, As always, I verified that was using. And now this mysterious liquid inside the pendant. I took out my phone. I had three messages from Marcos.
How did go with the doctor? You’re already going home. I’m going to be late today. Meeting extra. I love you. That last message made me feel physically ill. I love you . How could I write that while I was poisoning myself slowly? I didn’t respond to the messages. Instead, I Googled the station nearest police station.
There was a three stops away where it was. I got off the subway with my legs shaky and I walked the two blocks to the police station. It was a gray two-story building with a flag flying outside. There was a official at the desk reception when I entered. can i Help her? He asked and then looked at me more.
up close. Madam, is it okay? She looks very pale. I need talk to someone,” I said. “I think, I think that my husband is trying to kill me.” That caught his attention immediately. He showed me into an interview room. and called a detective. The detective arrived in 5 minutes. She was a woman of about 40 years old, hair dark, gathered in a ponytail, intelligent eyes and serious expression.
My name is Detective Ramírez, presented. I understand that you have a situation of emergency. I told him everything. The symptoms, the doctors who couldn’t find nothing, the necklace, the jeweler in the subway. I opened the pendant and I showed him the glass capsule with the liquid. Detective Ramírez examined the necklace carefully wearing gloves latex.
we need analyze this substance immediately,” he said. “I also need you to see a doctor right now to document your current condition and take blood samples. If she really is being poisoned, “We need medical evidence.” “Do you believe me?” I asked, surprised at how relieved I felt. “I have seen cases similar”, admitted the detective.
“It’s more common than people think. And the symptoms you describe are consistent with various types of gradual poisoning. Let’s investigate this thoroughly. I taken to a hospital where a doctor forensic examiner examined me and took samples of blood, urine and hair. He explained that the hair could show a history of exposure to toxins during the last few months.
Meanwhile, the necklace was sent to a forensic laboratory. Detective Ramírez explained to me that the analysis would take at least 24 hours for preliminary results. What do I do in the meantime? I asked. I can’t go back home. I can’t see Marcos acting normal knowing what I know.
You are right not to return, said the detective. Is there a safe place where I can stay? family, friends, “My sister,” I said immediately. Can I stay with my sister Sofía? Well, go with her. Don’t tell your husband where is he? If you ask, can we tell him that he is in the hospital for further testing, which is technically true.
Meanwhile, let’s investigate your finances, your history, everything. If you are planning to kill her for money, he will have left traces. I called Sofia from the station of police When I told him what there was discovered, he remained silent for a long moment “I’m going there right now,” he said.
finally his voice trembling. “Don’t move. “I’m going to pick you up.” Sofia arrived in 20 minutes. I lived on the other side of town, so must have driven like crazy to get so fast. He hugged me so hard I almost couldn’t breathe. I can’t believe that bastard make this ,” he said crying. “We trust him.
We all trust him.” Detective Ramírez gave us her direct phone number and told us that would keep us informed. While Sofía took me to her apartment, my phone rang. It was Marcos. I looked at the screen feeling a mixture of fear, anger and sadness. Don’t answer, Sofia said. I have to do it, I replied.
If I don’t answer, he’s going to worry and such. Maybe he comes to look for you or mom. I need to act normal. I took a deep breath and I answered. Hello love, I said trying to keep my stable voice. Elena, where are you? I came home and you’re not here. “I’m in the hospital,” I said. The Detective Ramírez had told me that say this.
After the appointment with gastroenterologist I felt very bad. I I passed out on the subway and someone called an ambulance. That? Are you okay? in what hospital? I’m going there right now. I could hearing genuine concern in his voice. It was so convincing How had I lived with this man? for 5 years and I had never seen this side of him.
No, don’t come, I said quickly. The doctors say I have to stay on observation tonight. They are doing more tests. There’s no point in coming. You are not going to able to see me anyway. Hospital rules. But I want to be there with you,” he insisted. “I know, love, but you really can’t do nothing. Go home, rest. I’ll call you tomorrow when I know more.
” There was a silence “Are you wearing the necklace?”, he asked suddenly. My blood ran cold. I looked at the necklace, which now It was in an evidence bag that Sofia had put it in her bag. Of course, I lied. I always use it. Well, said and I could hear the relief in his voice. Well, that’s good. Well, call me if you need anything, okay? agree? The time doesn’t matter. I will do it.
I love you,” I said. And the words had to ash in my mouth. “I love you too,” he responded. I hung up and dropped the phone as if will burn He asked about the necklace. I told Sofia. The first thing he asked after knowing I’m in the hospital, yes I’m wearing the damn necklace. Sofia He squeezed the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white.
“I’m going to kill him,” he said through clenched teeth. I didn’t answer. Let’s let justice be take care of him. That night in the Sofia’s apartment I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the clear liquid inside the capsule glass. I thought in all the times that Marcos had kissed me, he had hugged me, he had told me that loved.
All while I was slowly poisoning. I thought about all the doctor appointments who had accompanied me, acting as the worried husband, when in reality I was just monitoring how sick was giving me its poison. How could he be so cruel, so calculator? The lab results came back. 36 hours later. Detective Ramírez called me personally.
Elena, I need you to come to the station, he said. We have the results and there is some developments in the case. Sofia I took him back to the police station. This time There were more people in the room conferences. Detective Ramírez, another detective major, a district attorney and a toxicologist from the forensic laboratory.
Please sit down, said the detective. Ramirez. I sat down, my heart beating strong. The toxicologist spoke first. He was a thin man, with glasses thick and a serious expression. “The liquid in the pendant estali”, he said bluntly. It is an extremely heavy metal toxic. It was historically used as a poison for rats until it was banned for that purpose due to its danger.
In small, prolonged doses, it causes exactly the symptoms you have been experiencing. nausea, hair loss, problems neurological, weight loss. I felt that the air escaped from my lungs. Analysis of your hair shows consistent high thallium levels with prolonged exposure approximately 6 months,” continued the toxicologist.
If I had continued wearing the necklace for another two or three months, the accumulation in your system would reached lethal levels. His death would have seemed the result of multiple cause organ failure unknown. “Oh my God,” I whispered. Detective Ramírez leaned toward front. There is more , he said.
We investigate the her husband’s finances. We discover who is deeply in debt. He owes more than half a million pesos to various lenders, including some that are not exactly legal. We also found that 8 months ago, right after you inherited the property of his grandfather, he tried take out a loan using that property as collateral, but he couldn’t because the property is only in his name.
And makes 7 months added the district attorney, increased his life insurance to 2 million of pesos without informing you. He forged his signature on the documents. I stood looking at them, unable to process all this information. “So it was all a lie,” I said. finally, “All this time. We have sufficient evidence to arrest him,” Detective Ramirez said.
Attempted murder, fraud, falsification of documents. He’s going to go to prison for a long time, but We need your full cooperation. Is willing to testify against him? Yes, I said without hesitation. Absolutely. Yeah. Okay, let’s go to arrest him tonight . Let’s do it at your house, away from your workplace to avoid a scene.
But I want to warn you that this is going to be hard. He’s going to deny everything. Will you say that you She’s crazy, she’s inventing things. he’s going to try to manipulate her emotionally. I know, I said, but I’ve had two days to process it. I know who he really is now. He can’t fool me anymore. That night the police arrested Marcos in our house.
I wasn’t there, but Sofia He told me later that he saw the news. Marco came out handcuffed, screaming that he was innocent, that there was a mistake, that his wife was sick and confused. The neighbors came out to look. It was a show. At the police station, when They finally showed the evidence collapsed.
He did not confess completely, but his lawyer knew that the case was solid. They eventually reached an agreement. Marcos pleaded guilty to attempted murder in exchange for a sentence reduced. 20 years in prison. The trial was difficult. I had to sit in the living room court and hear all the details of how I had planned my death, how had searched on the internet about undetectable poisons, how he had bought the thallium in the black market, how there was Specially designed the necklace with a
corrupt jeweler who was also arrested, as I had carefully monitored my deterioration, ensuring that it was slow enough not to raise immediate suspicions. Also I had to listen to his defense try to paint me as a difficult wife, a woman who stood between him and the money he I needed, as if that justified murder.
But the worst was when they called me testify and I had to watch it directly. Our eyes met across the courtroom and for a moment I saw to the man with the one who had me married. the man who had made me laugh, who he had hugged me at night difficult, he had promised me love eternal. But that man had never existed really, It had only been a mask.
In my testimony I spoke clearly. I told everything from the day he gave me the necklace so far in the subway when the jeweler Roberto Maldonado saved my life. Roberto also testified explaining how he had recognized the necklace and why which he immediately suspected. The jury deliberated only 3 hours before return with a verdict of guilt.
Marcos was sentenced to 20 years in prison without possibility of freedom conditional for the first 10 years. That was a year ago. Today I am much better. Thallium levels in my system they finally went back to normal after months of treatment. My hair grew back. I went up from weight. The nausea disappeared, The headaches were gone.
I felt like myself again. I sold the house I shared with Marcos. I couldn’t continue living there, not with all those memories. I bought a small apartment near Where Sofia lives. I started going to therapy to process everything there was past. The trauma of knowing that the person who the more you loved it was slowly killing you It is not something that is easily overcome.
I also started a support group for victims of violence domestic, because that’s what it was, even though it didn’t would involve physical beatings traditional. It was violence in its most insidious form. and calculated. I keep my grandfather’s property. In fact, I turned it into a refuge for women escaping situations of domestic abuse.
I felt it was the right way to honor the memory of my grandfather and give him purpose to something that almost costs me life. As for the jeweler, Roberto Maldonado became a friend. Visited his store several times afterwards of the trial to thank him. He told me that in all his years as jeweler had never seen such a case end of a gun collar.
Now it gives talks at jewelry schools about professional ethics and about recognizing when something suspicious is happening. You saved my life I tell you every time that I see it. I just did the right thing. Always answer. Anyone would have done the same, but It’s not true. Many people would have ignored their suspicions, They would have thought it wasn’t their problem, they would have been afraid of get involved.
Roberto not only had the knowledge to recognize that something was wrong, but also the courage and compassion to act. sometimes I wonder what would have happened if that day I would have taken a taxi instead of the meter. Or if I had sat on another seat, or if Roberto had decided don’t talk to me, I’d probably be dead now.
Life is sometimes decided by these little moments, these little coincidences. I also learned something important through of all this. Danger signs do not They are always obvious. Marcos never yelled at me, he never hit me, He never insulted me. On the surface he looked like the husband perfect and that made it even more dangerous because no one suspected not even myself, until It was almost too late.
Now I pay attention to my instinct a way that never had done before. When something feels wrong, even if it doesn’t I can explain exactly why, I investigate. I no longer ignore those little ones alarms in my head. My sister Sofía says that I am more louder now than before everything this.
I’m not sure I agree agreement. I think I’m just more conscious, more careful, more attentive to the dark realities that can hide behind faces kind and sweet words. As for trusting love again, to relationships, that still It’s difficult. My therapist says it will take time, that it is normal to have problems confidence after what I went through.
I go out occasionally, but there is always a part of me that wonders if person in front of me is genuine or is it another mask but I’m working on because I can’t let what Marcos destroyed my life. He already He tried to take my life once. I’m not going to let him take away my future too. The necklace, by the way, remains on police evidence.
Sometimes I think about him, that beautiful piece of silver with its deadly secret. It’s a perfect metaphor, I guess. The most dangerous things often come wrapped in the most beautiful packages. A few weeks ago I received a letter from Marcos from prison. My first reaction was to throw it away without open it, but curiosity got the better of .
In the letter he finally admitted everything. He said he was sorry, that the debts They had returned desperate, He never thought he could really do it. until it was too late to stop. He ended the letter by saying that He loved me. I burned that letter because whatever Marco felt about It wasn’t love to me. Love does not poison.
Love does not plan murders. Love does not see another person as a means to an end, as a solution to financial problems. Real love is what I saw in the eyes of Sofía when she came to pick me up at police station. This is what I saw in Roberto when decided to talk to me on the subway, knowing that I could be wrong and be like a fool This is what I see now in the women of the refuge that begin to rebuild their lives after escaping terrible situations.
That’s love. Everything else is just imitation. And now I know the difference. There are still difficult days , days where I wake up and for a second I forget everything that happened and think about Call Marcos. Days where I see happy couples in the street and I feel a pang of sadness for what I lost, or rather so I thought I had but never really existed.
But those days are fewer and fewer frequent and there are more good days now. Days where I laugh with Sofía. Days where I help a woman in the refuge to find strength to leave her abuser. Days where I enjoy being alive, being able to eat without nausea, power look in the mirror and see color in my cheeks again.
The scar most great that all this left me is not physics, It is emotional and psychological. It is the loss of a certain innocence, of some basic trust in goodness human. But maybe that’s not all bad. Maybe a little healthy caution It is necessary in this world. What I do know is this. If my story can help even if it is a person to lend Pay attention to warning signs his own life, to question what It seems too good to be true, to listen to your instinct when something feels wrong, so it was worth it worth sharing it.
Because that jeweler in the subway saved me life by paying attention to a detail that most people would have ignored. And if my story save even one life, I will be passing that same gift forward. So to anyone reading this, pay attention to the small details, to your instinct, to the inconsistencies in the stories of people, to the warning signs that your body is giving them.
And if someone gives something away and insists obsessively on it May they never take it off, ask yourselves why what. Because sometimes the most gifts beautiful hide the secrets darker. My life changed completely that day the subway. The day a stranger had the courage to talk to me, the day I discovered that the man who slept next to me every night It was slowly killing me.
The day my perfect marriage ended revealed as the most elaborate lie that I never believed, but I survived and that is my victory. Marcos took a lot from me, but he couldn’t take my life. And now that life is completely mine, free from his manipulations, free from his poison, free of its lies. And every morning when I wake up without nausea, when I look in the mirror and I see health in my eyes, when I touch my bare neck without any collar poisoned, I remember that staying alive is The best revenge I could have. Yes
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