The fate of Martín (Part XII)

Those following days, Martín felt sad, defeated, desolate, and confused. He didn't know what to do or how to continue. Only work gave his life some sense, and he became even more involved in it. His boss asked him:

- What's wrong with you? Problems with your wife?

- No, nothing, just life things. Mistakes. But it's something else, Magdalena has already asked me for a divorce, but it's for the best.

- Look, I don't know if it's of any use to you, but I have to tell you that you've proven to be a great lawyer and for us, you're irreplaceable right now. We regret not being able to pay you more. Don't kill yourself over what's happening to you. You're a good guy.

- Thanks, seriously. If I hope to overcome this situation.

He said it just to be polite.

That week, on Friday, Isadora, Magdalena's cousin, called him on the phone. She wanted to have coffee with him. He tried to avoid the meeting, but finally agreed, and they met on Saturday at 11:00 AM.

After ordering coffee, Isadora told him the reason for the conversation:

- Magdalena is very bad, with depression. She misses you and regrets kicking you out.

- Really? I don't understand anything, she asked me for a divorce and to keep everything. And to avoid problems, I signed everything, and any day now the divorce sentence will be issued. Honestly, I think it's for the best.

- Haven't you thought about giving it another chance?

- No! Under no circumstances. Magdalena and your whole family treated me terribly. In your marriage, they were horrible, they made me feel like real trash. I may be a mediocre guy, but I don't deserve the treatment they gave me, including Magdalena.

- I'm sorry, it seems to me that you're the best for Magdalena.

- I doubt it, I'll never earn as much money as she expected.

- But that's something to talk about.

- No, she never wanted to talk. Since she kicked me out of the house, she's only sent me messages to get my things, to offend my parents, and things like that.

They said their goodbyes. Isadora lost hope for a reconciliation.

On Sunday, very early, he received a call from José Tomás. He didn't answer it. An hour later, a second call came in, and he thought about rejecting it, but he answered:

- Hello, thanks for answering the call. I just wanted to apologize for what happened last time. I really regret it.

- Okay, Martín said and hung up.

He had tried not to think about what had happened, in a huge effort of denial, but with this call, all the memories came back, and he felt the same as that night. He felt humiliated, outraged, trashed, and reduced to an animal condition.

Each memory made him shudder, but every time he did, that shudder only managed to reinforce the unhealthy idea of reliving it. Since that night, he had dreamed of being dominated, mistreated, and fucked by José Tom�...