I open my eyes… my room is already illuminated with the light that enters through the balcony. I smile and turn towards the side of X. However, all my eyes find is emptiness … and a note with my name on the nightstand.
I feel like crying… I stretch to the nightstand and take the note, opening carefully, as if it were a bomb about to explode:

“Dalia,
I don’t regret anything, and you don’t either. I’ll never forget tonight, but I’ll never talk about her again. 
You deserve to be happy next to someone less complicated. You need to make a decision, and that does not include me...
However, I ask you to give your marriage one more chance. Believe me, you might be surprised.
With affection,
Mr. X.”

I squeeze the note on my chest and close my eyes, letting the tears fall. Deep down, I knew it would happen. X gave me what he had to give me: Just a memory of the best night I had in my life.

I want to accept… I want to understand… I promised that I would accept that it was just that… but I can not accept. I want more, I need more… I jump out of bed and go to my things, where I get something to wear. In ten minutes, I’m already in the living room looking for the car keys. 
—Good morning, Flower of the day. – says Richard, scaring me. He’s standing at the kitchen door looking at me, desperately looking for the key.— What are you doing?

— Hi... – I say, trying to pretend I didn’t get a fright. I look around for an excuse.— I’m looking for the car keys, I need to go…

— Will you drive? - asks Richard. — I know you’re afraid to drive, I’ll take you.

—No need... – I answer. I don’t want him to see me begging to be with X. — I just go until…

—You go to your friend’s hotel. - completes Richard.— I took him to the hotel earlier. But from what I understood, it was already departure.

—Thank you. - I say, but my nervousness doesn’t allow me to be indifferent. — It’s been a long time?
— One hour around. - says Richard, taking the keys. — If we run, maybe you can say goodbye to him, or whatever you do.

— Thank you. - I say sincere. — So, let’s go.

***
Amazing how things only happen when we are in a hurry: accident and traffic jam. After half an hour, we’re finally in front of X’s hotel. I smile at Richard and get out of the car. My legs shake, but I don’t let it shake me. I walk towards reception… in my mind I create all my arguments. I can no longer live without x, I no longer want to live without him… my marriage no longer exists and his also does not… We should not deceive and let alone hurt our partners… we are perfect for each other… We must live that night forever…

— Our customer has already checked out at one hour. - says the receptionist taking my floor… my legs weaken, I feel that I will collapse at any moment.

He’s gone… X is gone…

My world starts spinning, safe on the counter, and the receptionist stares at me, worried. I smile and walk to the car, she changes. As soon as I get in the car, I see in Richard’s face that I’m not well… I smile at him and say:

—He has left the hotel.- I reply.

—Do you want to go to the airport? - asks Richard, trying to cheer me up.

— No… no doubt he is already embarking towards his destination. - I answer, looking ahead. I take a deep breath and smile at Richard. — We’re leaving. We still have a lot to do in Saly.

— Dalia…

— Now, Richard. - I answer, cold. 

Richard leaves with the car, leaving my heart broken in that hotel. X is gone and just left me reality.

***

Not well, we parked the car in the garage and I notice that Leonor’s car is in our house. I try to remember if I scheduled to go to Lac Rose with her, but nothing came to mind. Although , in the real situation I’m in, I can’t process anything right. We entered the house and found Leo sitting on the couch talking to Abigail, excitedly. As soon as she sees me, my friend opens the biggest smile.

— Hi, Dalia. Look at the gift I brought you. - says Leo, pointing towards the other side of the room.

I turn looking in direction and my eyes do not believe what they are seeing: on the other side of the room is Carlo's head down. He lifts his head and faces me. I’m paralyzed with the scene… I’m not sure if I’m really seeing my husband… or if it’s all in my head…

— You believe he went to the house. Lucky I hadn’t gone to Lac Rose yet. I tried to call him on his cell phone, but he just fell in the box. - says Leonor, being ignored by me. It can’t be real… it’s not there… it’s all just a dream. — But it’s like I always say: When it’s meant to be… 

— Hi Dalia... – says Carlos coming towards me.

The room suffocates me… I lack air… I need air… I look at everyone, I know my expression is more like" What are you doing here?” than "I am happy for my husband came to see me” . I pass by Carlos and walk towards my room. I slam my door hard. I waited for Carlos, I called, I begged… now that I finally give up on him, he shows up. What is Destiny doing? What does all this mean?

The door to my room opens abruptly, scaring me. Carlos appears with the surprised expression. He closes the door and puts his hands on his waist.

—Dalia, what was that? - asks Charles, indignant. —  What happened to you?

— What’s gotten into me? - I ask, uncontrolled. — What has gotten into you to be here in Africa? Now? 

— You asked me… and I came. - replies Carlos, trying to touch me. 

—Do not touch me! - I say, irritated, pushing his hands away. — I asked, yes, but you said no. You left me aside once again for your company! I bet he came here for a big deal.

— Dalia...- says Carlos, sad. — I know I was wrong… I came here after you… because I love you and I miss you. I know I screwed up one more time. I made a promise that I didn’t. I just want to give the best to you… to us… to our family.

— Give the best to the family that we do not have? - I ask, nervous. — I do not want you to give me the best. I have said this before and I will repeat: I …. I WANT… YOU! I want Carlos who talked to me about everything… who watched television with me on Sundays… who took me to the movies… who did a sexual marathon with me on the honeymoon… I want Carlos who wanted to have a family with me… 

— Dalia. - calls Carlos approaching, I knock on his hands once again.

— I do not want this Carlos who is married to me.- I shoot. — I do not want to be this Dalia who is married to you... I want “us” before all this. You want to give me the best?… Give me that!

Carlos pulls me towards his body and looks at me firmly. I could say a thousand times that I no longer want to live with Carlos, but when he is in front of me… the love I feel for him is greater than anything… than anyone.

— Dalia .- calls Carlos holding me steady as he has never done before. He forces me to look at him. — I’ll make you one last promise: I’ll be the husband you deserve…

—I’ve promised this before… -I say, hurt. My tears start to fall more and more.

— I’ll be the husband you deserve. - reinforces Carlos holding my face. He’s as serious as I’ve ever seen before. — In case I don’t keep that promise… I want you to separate from me. This will be my last chance to show you that I love you and deserve you… Dalia, I want to be the best husband you deserve. Do you take that promise? — I accept. - I answer. That of my heart, but of my mind. I am giving the chance that X asked for, not Carlos. — Surprise me, Carlos. Show that it’s worth being together… Carlos kisses me intensely. He lifts me up and takes me to bed. He grabs me, kisses me… his touch has a mixture of desire and fear… fury and passion… things we haven’t had in a long time. In a few minutes we are naked in my bed. He possesses me without fear. He kisses my shoulders as he penetrates me harder… —I will be the man you want, Dalia. - whispers Carlos in my ear. I press his back, bringing him closer to me. But my mind betrays me: Charles cannot be the man I desire, for he is called…