Judas kiss novel Chapter 75

Marcela was sitting comfortably on her hospital bed. She was bored as the news channel played in the background. She flipped onto the next page.. she was amazed as she browsed through the Met Gala images. She had always wanted to be a fashion icon and maybe get an invite. Marcela thought Jared Leto looked great in gucci so did Harry Styles. She was a big fan of the brand, her husband had constantly surprised her with many gifts labeled gucci throughout the years. They were not as rich as Garreth or the Levetté's but they lived a very comfortable luxurious life. Billy Porter has been a stunner. Marcela pursed her lips thinking about the next purchase she would make when Gucci finally released a new set of collection.

She did all this to avoid the main issue.

'She had tried to kill herself'?the words immediately rang like a horrid siren.

She was embarrassed beyond embarrassed. The look Della had given her had sent her off her the edge straight into the pool of guilt, she had been swimming in it ever since...

Marcela couldn't tell if she had been dreaming or if it had really happened but Della had wished her dead. Della had displayed an insolence toward Marcela.

She was appalled.

It must have been a horrible dream. Della was a sweet girl, she would never say such things to her mother. Marcela knew that she had wronged her so many times but Della never ever did that. Adela was a sweetheart, no wonder Andre took advantage of her as well. That made Marcela very angry. Everyone took advantage of her daughter. It was very okay when she did it but not when everyone else did. Marcela found it infuriating.

It was just a dream.?She tried to convince herself. Marcela chuckled thinking about how in the dream, Della had said she was pregnant with Andre's child yet again. Very absurd!

'That would be very stupid of her!" Marcela said outloud. She immediately clasped her hand on her mouth.

"That would be very stupid of her.." she repeated.

She could talk? Wait, she thought maybe she should try saying another word.

"Marcela!" She said her own name coming out with ease. Alright, she admitted that was very easy. Wait could she still speak her mother tongue..

"cómo estás"?She said, smiling as she realized, she was getting better this had all just been a shock. Ofcourse she could talk. She couldn't talk at first because she couldn't find her voice and she was in shock she just needed time to recover.

She then continued to say "Hijo de puta."?Which meant son of a bitch, just to see if she still had it. A feeling of sadness immediately found comfort within her. These were the same words she use to throw at... Della. As a child even as of recent. She signed, feeling really guilty.

"Atleast you get to die in a presentable place. I always feared you would die in some dark alley or some ruined motel—"?These words kept ringing in her mind constantly. It genuinely hurt but no, Della was very sweet. Della would never hurt a fly. Marcela knew that no matter what she did, her daughter always had her best interest at heart and she had a soft spot for her mother. Della yearned to have that motherly relationship with Marcela.

When the doctor came in. He spoke to Marcela surprisingly she still kept quiet. She didn't want to talk. She wanted to be alone especially with the thoughts of why no one had visited her. She wondered how was Lyle doing? Especially with Gerald, he must have taken out all his anger on her little boy. She hoped that wasn't the case. Sometime Gerald got a little carried away but luckily, he never laid a hand on Lyle. She always took the blows for her son. Marcela wanted to give her son a normal life. A part of her saw Lyle as a second chance to be a better mother...

Marcela was almost tempted to talk but immediately shut her mouth. It would be better if she continued acting as if she couldn't talk. Especially since she didn't know what the reaction of her family and friends would be. It was embarrassing, she never thought it would come to this. It was just that she was so afraid of Garreth, the way he had threatened to kill her and hurt his son.. it didn't sit well with her. She didn't know what she was thinking. Gerald had just issued the divorce papers and left them on their bedroom dressing table. She cried when she saw them... then her eyes interlocked with her capsule of sleeping pills and she didn't hesitate. She felt embarrassed because she had not thought about her son being downstairs with one of the house maids. She just couldn't imagine not being with Gerald. She didn't have a college degree, high school.. she dropped out. It was all just a mess, she didn't want to go back to selling her body in New York street corners where Gerald had found her.

She felt frightful because she had tried to commit suicide for losing materialistic things and not for any other reason. She knew Gerald would win, he was after all a well known lawyer with his own law firm. He would take Lyle away... she didn't stand a chance of winning Lyle's custody. Gerald would mention where he had found her and her previous drug use...

Della could even be a witness against her, she knew Gerald was a pretty good lawyer and would be able to pull a lot of strings. Marcela couldn't wait to be discharged, she could cook him a nice meal and buy red lingerie... knowing red was his favorite color. She would prove to him that she wasn't useless just yet. Yes, old and in her forties but not useless. He couldn't just discard her like that.

She was sure, Gerald had been wanting to leave her for a while. Especially with his nosy twin sister who constantly had a lot of bad things to say about Marcela. She was very sure, he found this as a good opportunity to get rid of her.

When a nurse had informed her that someone had came to see her. She was very sure it was Gerald. She felt happy as she tried fixing her hair even though she felt self conscious. She would be sure to tell Gerald to pick up her make up bag and bring it tomorrow as well as her extensions. Her hair didn't look full or feel voluminous.

"Hi, Marcy.. glad you're awake!"

Her throat immediately became dry.