"A Despedida de Solteiro em que Ele Chorou por Outra Mulher, e Eu Liguei para o Amor da Vida Dele" Capítulo 1
Capítulo 1
Na noite anterior ao registro do nosso casamento, aconteceu a despedida de solteiro.
Meu noivo tomou apenas duas taças de bebida antes de, de repente, cobrir o rosto com as mãos e começar a chorar.
— Eu ainda não consigo esquecê-la… o que eu faço?
Eu sabia muito bem de quem ele estava falando.
Era a ex-namorada que tinha passado três anos ao lado dele, suportando uma vida pobre quando ele fingia não ter dinheiro.
A atmosfera alegre do salão congelou instantaneamente.
Todos olharam para mim, constrangidos.
Eles pensavam que eu faria como sempre fiz antes — agarraria a gola dele e o acordaria com uma garrafa de vinho na cabeça.
Mas, em vez disso, apenas virei uma garrafa inteira.
Depois, peguei o telefone e liguei para aquela garota, pedindo que viesse buscá-lo.
Meus amigos disseram que eu tinha enlouquecido.
Depois de amar alguém com tanta intensidade por tantos anos, finalmente havia chegado o momento de realizar meu desejo através de um antigo acordo de casamento… e mesmo assim eu estava desistindo.
Mas não expliquei nada.
Apenas fui até a mãe dele, peguei o cheque de compensação generoso que ela havia preparado e fui embora sem hesitar.
Eles não sabiam.
Meu amor por ele já tinha desaparecido no dia em que sua farsa de pobreza foi revelada — quando ele, para provar seu amor àquela garota, levou minha família à falência.
Eu só tinha ficado até agora para cumprir o acordo que fiz com sua mãe.
Ser o escudo que protegeria a verdadeira noiva da família.
A pessoa destinada à aliança empresarial.
Eu deveria suportar toda a fúria de Lucas Xavier enquanto ele resistia ao casamento arranjado.
Agora que o casamento deles estava prestes a acontecer, minha missão também havia terminado.
Quando voltei ao salão depois da ligação, ouvi o som de objetos quebrando lá dentro.
Misturado ao barulho estava o choro contido e desesperado de Lucas.
Engoli o amargor que subia pelo peito e empurrei a porta.
No instante em que ela se abriu—
Uma garrafa voou na minha direção.
Ela bateu no batente da porta e explodiu em estilhaços.
Um fragmento atravessou minha testa.
Senti algo quente escorrer pela sobrancelha.
Nos olhos bonitos de Lucas havia apenas um pouco de embriaguez… e muito mais raiva e frustração, liberadas sob o pretexto do álcool.
Oito anos atrás, na minha festa de maioridade, ele também havia bebido e brigado com um colega que me obrigava a beber e fazia piadas obscenas comigo.
Naquele tempo, ele me defendia.
Agora, a pessoa que ele olhava com ódio… era eu.
Mas eu já estava acostumada.
Crescemos juntos durante doze anos.
Desde pequenos sabíamos que um dia nos casaríamos.
Mas tudo mudou depois que ele apostou com os amigos que fingiria ser pobre.
Durante esse tempo, ele conheceu Luna — uma garota forte e gentil.
Eles se apaixonaram.
Então sua mãe os separou, insistindo que o casamento deveria ser entre famílias do mesmo nível social.
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Lucas acreditou que fui eu quem manipulou sua mãe.
Ele achava que eu havia destruído seu amor.
Desde então, passou a me tratar com uma frieza cruel.
Mesmo depois de levar minha família à falência, ainda não se deu por satisfeito.
Cada etapa do casamento virou uma oportunidade para me humilhar.
Na prova do vestido.
Na lista de convidados.
Às vezes apenas me ignorava.
Outras vezes beijava outras mulheres na frente de todos.
No começo eu gritava, perguntando por que ele não podia simplesmente cancelar o noivado e me dar um pouco de dignidade.
Depois…
Acabei me transformando em alguém desprezível.
Uma mulher implorando por qualquer atenção.
Cheguei a fazer coisas humilhantes apenas para conseguir alguns minutos com ele.
Na última vez que o convidei para provar o menu do casamento, enfrentei uma chuva torrencial só para levar preservativos para ele e para a mulher que ele usava para me provocar.
Todos pensavam que eu estava louca de amor.
Mas a verdade era outra.
Na ocasião anterior, quando ele se gabou publicamente de como tinha destruído minha família, transformando nossa falência em uma piada…
Eu não aguentei mais.
Entrei em contato com a imprensa e revelei que ele havia escondido sua identidade para enganar Luna.
A família Xavier sofreu um grande escândalo.
As ações da empresa despencaram.
A mãe de Lucas, que até então fingia não ver nada, finalmente me advertiu.
Se eu prejudicasse os interesses da família novamente…
Esqueceria o acordo dos cinquenta milhões de compensação.
Foi naquele momento que percebi.
Eu nunca fui a protagonista de uma história de amor de infância.
Era apenas um peão descartável.
Alguém que podia ser ameaçado e usado como saco de pancadas sempre que os interesses deles fossem tocados.
Entre nós…
Sentimentos eram a coisa mais barata que existia.
As pessoas ao redor prenderam a respiração.
Tinham medo de que eu fizesse escândalo por causa do corte na testa.
Antes eu teria feito isso.
Tudo para que Lucas me olhasse por alguns segundos.
Mas desta vez não.
Peguei um guardanapo, limpei o sangue calmamente.
Abri uma garrafa de cachaça.
Molhei o papel e pressionei sobre o ferimento.
A dor queimou da pele até os ossos.
Mas, estranhamente, senti alívio.
Como se carne podre estivesse sendo arrancada.
Finalmente…
Tudo estava prestes a acabar.
Olhei para Lucas e disse com tranquilidade:
— A pessoa que você não consegue esquecer já está a caminho.
— Aproveite sua última noite.
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