My Enemy’s Daughter

HENRICO ZATTANI

Postpartum depression is common among first-time mothers and is usually caused by changes in the hormones estrogen and progesterone, which are responsible for changes in a woman’s body since puberty and tend to work more intensively during pregnancy. Some mothers can be affected at the end of pregnancy and feel sadness and hopelessness right after childbirth, these changes along with a fragile psychological state can make this depression more difficult, so support from family members and follow-up is necessary, even if in most cases In most cases, the use of medication is not necessary and the sensations that prevent the mother from creating a stronger bond with her child cease sometime after delivery.

I read the article I found on some maternity blog over and over again, linking to the information the idiot spoke to Amelia on that phone call, I come to the conclusion that maybe this is my ex-wife’s diagnosis. I shouldn’t after everything she’s done to me is worried, but I feel guilty about Aurora’s condition, and I’m determined to go to the hospital to see her, after all, nothing gets me out of my head that she ended up in that hospital and had her pregnancy difficulty because of the conversation we had that morning.

My parents raised an honorable, principled man, and to do harm to a pregnant woman would disappoint my mother.

I close the flap of the open cell phone and climb out of the truck, putting the phone in the back pocket of my pants.

” Good morning, how may I help you?” a smiling young woman who I believe is one of the receptionists at the clinic asks solicitously, staring at me with avid eyes.

I return the smile, leaning over the counter and getting closer to her. “Good morning, Laura.” I use a gallant tone, staring at the woman with all the charm I possess. “I believe you can help me, I’m looking for Aurora Leal.”

She shifts her eyes to the computer in front of her and moves her fingers nimbly over the keyboard, looking back at me when she finds what she wants. ” Are you from the family?” He asks, showing me all his teeth lined up with a smile.

“I’m her brother-in-law, her younger sister’s fiancé.” The woman’s eyes lose some of their sparkle, but she still smiles like a professional.

“What’s your name, sir?”

” Henrico Zattani. ” I blink, after which she gives me a visitor’s credential and gives me the room number, I accept it, even though I already know where it is. ” Thanks.

I press the floor number as soon as I get on the elevator, and I’m grateful to be alone, since I got out of jail I’ve been avoiding small and crowded places to avoid memories of prison.

I sigh, looking at the white wooden door and wondering what I’m doing here. Not only that, but I knock on the door and wait for permission to enter, but no one answers. I give two more knocks and check around, looking for any nurses or doctors who can stop me from entering, when I realize that everyone is concentrated on their own tasks and enter the room at once without hesitation.

” Henrico ?” the startled voice comes from a corner of the room, where a small bathroom is attached. ” What are you doing here? ” Stutters.

” Are you okay? ” I check your body, worried about what I read on the website. ” The woman looks at me confused, but she proceeds to take short steps to the hospital bed.

“I didn’t expect to see you. ” He says after lying down, pulling the blanket to cover his legs.

I give her a small smile, glad she seems rational.

“You look fine to me.” ” I observe, leaving her even more confused.

“I shouldn’t, okay?” ” She questions, looking at me with curiosity. I shrug.

” I read that a cesarean delivery can be complex in your recovery. ” I break the conversation, touching on a subject that makes sense.

” Yes, it takes an average of 2 to 4 days for a good recovery, but I still feel swollen, something that will only completely change in about three days.

I shake my head, taking a seat on an armchair next to his bed.

“Does Amelia know you’re here?” she asks and I squint my eyes towards her.

She doesn’t seem like a depressed person to me at all.

” Not. “I decide to tell the truth.

” And what did you come here for, Henrico ? Please tell me the truth. ” Your eyes analyze me carefully, and I take the opportunity to do the same, your face is clean of makeup, the blonde strands are lined up and fall perfectly on your shoulders, on your body is some kind of lilac hospital dress.

“I hear you’re not coping well with being a mother. I hint, making her face twist.

” And you came to help me with this adaptation? ” Mockery.

I break into a smile, enjoying watching her fight back so eagerly.

” What’s the problem? You are more hostile than usual. ” I comment and she huffs.

“I just… I can’t look at him and not think about everything I’m going to miss. I arch an eyebrow, asking silently to continue. ” I will no longer have peace, every moment of my life will revolve around him and all I can feel is sadness.

I get up from the armchair, a little stunned by what she just said. A mother shouldn’t say things like that, a son is a divine blessing, but I don’t have the right to give an opinion, because I’m a man and I’ll never be able to say clearly what it’s like for a woman to have her entire body modified and become responsible for a life without having had any preparation for it. He got the fuck out of her. This must be confusing as fuck.

” I understand.” Loose, kind of at a loss for my next actions.

What did I even come here for?

” Really? That’s really shitty advice, Henrico Zattani. ” Tease.

I shrug, and she snorts again, we look at each other and start laughing like two kids.

“I don’t know what to say, all I can think about is how lucky you are to have that child. You’ll be fine. Aurora nods and prepares to leave.

” Henrico ? he calls out, making me turn my head in his direction.

” That night I wasn’t with my father, but Peter. In fact, I have no idea why the great Augusto Leal drove at night, during the rain, towards his farm. He hated the fact that we were married, and I hadn’t made a date with him. ‘ he says, surprising me.

Was she with Peter that night?

” Need to go. I turn the doorknob and leave it behind.

Scenes from that night flash through my head, the car coming towards me, the snake in the middle of the road and me having to dodge both. The rain, Augusto asking if I was okay, and finally the police.

Damn it, everything is clear now.

” What are you doing here? I turn to face the owner of the voice, the big green eyes looking angry.

“Amelia? ” I say, still kind of stunned by the flood of memories that came to me all at once.

“Do you want a replay?” I say, pulled into the same little room I pulled her last time.

” Shut up. ” Growls.

I laugh, letting myself be carried away in good taste.

“I don’t know if I can allow you to take me into the dark, kitten. I’m reminding you here that you left me in a vacuum two days straight and denied me your pussy the last time we were together. ” I tease her, not resisting, referring to the day we were in my room and she insinuated that I was manipulating her.

“I told you to speak with your mouth.” ” He growls again, opening the door to the small room and nodding towards Aurora’s husband, who is dangerously approaching where we are.

“He didn’t see us. ” I comment, we noticed that the man’s attention is on the cell phone, where he types without pause.

“Still…” He pushes me into the room and locks the door.

“Is this where you attack me?” I joke, hearing her snort.

” Do not touch me. ” Hit my hands, forcing me to remove them from your waist.

“Ohhh… Wild. I like it that way, come with everything up, come on.

“If you don’t want to lose your hands, you’d better let go of me, Henrico Zattani.” ” Screams and even though I can’t see her, I know she has her finger pointed at me.

I laugh, feeling relaxed.

“Did you want to avoid a fight outside?” ‘ I assume a serious tone.

” What are you doing here? “Ignore my question.

” Visiting a friend. ” I’ll explain.

” Friend … I know. ” Mockery.

” Are you jealous, Amelia Leal? I tease her, smiling with my mouth open.

” That was my sister’s room, your ex”wife. Punctuates, looking really mad.

“Yes, that was Aurora’s room. ” I confess, holding back a laugh.

Fuck, she’s really jealous.

” Then?”

“What do you want to know, Amelia?” I try to sound serious, in control.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

” Fuck you, Henrico Zattani!” she yells, slamming the door in my face.