I MARRIED THE PERFECT MAN... UNTIL A WOMAN ON THE STREET WHISPERED TO ME, "IF YOU SIGN TONIGHT, YOU'LL END UP BURIED IN

"Your mother filled you with insecurities. You need to learn to obey without dramatizing.
He said it smiling.
Caressing my waist.
Kissing my forehead afterwards.
And I ended up feeling guilty for making myself uncomfortable.
His mother was worse.
Norma Villalobos.
Cold.
Religious.
Manipulative.
A woman who spoke of God while destroying anyone who did not serve her.
The first time he received me at his house he looked me up and down and said:
"Efraín deserves a stable wife. I hope you're up to the task emotionally.
Emotionally.
From the beginning they wanted to sow the idea that I was fragile.
That it was broken.
That he needed direction.
The morning of the wedding I felt something strange from the moment I got in the car.
Efraín was driving through the streets of the historic center without speaking to me. His phone vibrated over and over again on his leg. Every time a message arrived, he quickly hid it.
"All right?" I asked.
"Business."
Dry.
Sharp.
Then he smiled again, as if he remembered that he had to act.
"Relax, Margot. Today you are the luckiest woman in Zacatecas.
It didn't sound romantic.
He sounded possessive.
When he arrived at the Civil Registry, he said that he needed to answer a call and walked away towards the portals.
I was left alone.
And then that woman appeared.
The same as the old shawl.
He approached slowly.
He didn't ask for money.
It didn't smell of alcohol.
He only looked at me with terrifying sadness.
"Do you bring water?" he asked.
I gave him a small bottle.
He drank just a little.