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Warning: Adult language, adult situations, tissue warning

Consuela's POV—Three years later (all thoughts and conversations are in Spanish except for bolded statements)

I found him! I finally found my husband, Juan, though that's not his real name. His real name is Ricardo Carlos Manoso, and he played my family and me for a fool. He was an operative for the American government, sent to destroy my family, which he did. Fortunately for me, or unfortunate as my luck would have it, I was pregnant when he decided to poison us all. I consumed the tainted food, but before it had time to take effect fully, my morning sickness took over, and I vomited most of it out of my system. However, my body absorbed enough of the poison to kill our child. I had planned on telling Juan that night, that we finally made a baby. I remember the night we conceived well. It was the best night of lovemaking that we had in our five years of marriage.

Flashback

Tonight we are having a big celebration for my father's birthday. He turns fifty today. Everyone will be here, all of his "business" associates. He thinks I don't know that he does, but I know it all. I've learned how to blend, how to hide in plain sight. I know everything that he does. I know that he is grooming my husband to take over, and with me at his side, he can't fail. I only hope that Papa has many more years.

I asked Anna to curl my hair for tonight's party. I wanted something different. I love my Juan, but I don't think he loves me. I feel that he only married me to stay in my father's graces. He never initiates our lovemaking sessions, leaving it up to me, and he rarely kisses me. Maybe I'm not good enough for him. I've given him my permission to do whatever he wants, but he sticks with the same positions. He is either above me, with me at the edge of our bed, or against a wall with my legs wrapped around his waist. Once he releases, the sex is over. I know he gets up and showers when he thinks I'm asleep, and I know he masturbates in the shower, for I hear the groans. I've even heard him say "Bebe" once. I wonder who that "Bebe" is, for I know it's not me.

I finish dressing, in a sapphire blue dress that hugs my curves and shows off my assets. I'm to meet my Juan downstairs in the ballroom. He said he'd get ready in the gym. I swear, that man spends more time in the gym than anyone I know, but his body is perfect. I don't know what is different, but he is so much more attentive to me tonight. He dances with me, holds me close, and treats me like a wife for the first time.

When we get back to our room, he turns me around, so my back is to his chest. He kisses my neck, marking me for the first time. His hands are on my breasts, playing with my nipples, making more turned on then I've ever been before. I go to talk, and he silences me, ordering me to follow his instructions. I do because the things he's doing to my body feel good.

He practically rips the dress off my body, clearly pleased to find me not wearing a bra. He moves me towards the dresser, placing my hands against the top and spreading my legs. He enters me from behind, and it feels glorious. I turn my head, and he kisses me, really kisses me, like he never has before. While he has always been an attentive lover, a gentle lover, and left me never wanting, tonight is different. He's bringing me to new heights. I feel him cum right after I do, and his explosion is more than I've ever felt before. He gently lifts me, carrying me to our bed, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close. I hear him say, "Te quiero, Querida" before he falls asleep. When I wake the next morning, I can't find him. That was the last time we made love."

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When I got the call that they found Juan's body, I was asked to identify him. Without a head, I had to rely on looking at his body. He several scars on his body, and I looked for them, not finding a single one. It was at that moment that I knew he set us up, that he turned on us, that he was responsible for my family's death. I vowed at that moment to have my revenge.

A month ago a contact of mine told me they found Juan. They sent me pictures of him and his family. Yes, he has a fucking family. His wife is a brunette with curly hair. She is taller and thinner than me, with fewer curves. How he chose her over me, I don't understand. They have a daughter who's eight. It seems the woman was pregnant before he left her, and she raised that girl by herself while she thought him dead. When he returned, they married, and she immediately became pregnant with a son, who is a duplicate of the father. Eleven months later, she gave him another son, who is now fifteen months old. He is a mixture of his parents. He has his father's hair color and features, but his mother's blue eyes and curls. I've seen a picture of them kissing, hugging, and of them fucking. She is the Bebe he called out to with me.

I know he senses someone watching him, because he doesn't stay out in the open often, always guarded by several men in black. His wife, his whore, is also aware. I know they are both carrying, which makes this game that much better, that much more exciting. I will make my move, and soon. I can't keep waiting to have my revenge. I need to get his wife or one of his brats. I don't think I can get his wife, but one of the brats may be possible. The older boy is a wanderer. I think he's my ticket to revenge.

Finally, the opportunity presents itself. They are at the beach, Point Pleasant. How anyone can call this a beach is beyond me, as the water is murky and the sand is coarse. But the family seems to like it. I watch as they set up their blanket, and he slathers sunblock on his fair-skinned whore. His men are occupied keeping the girl out of the water and getting the little on set with his toys that they don't notice the middle kid walking away, I approach, picking him up when he's about to go into the water. We are in a deserted section of the beach, the perfect location for my plan.. I decided to stay near the water line, knowing that a threat to throw his precious kid into the ocean should be enough to have him on his knees before me, sacrificing himself for his family.

"Carlos, where's RC?" I hear his wife ask, panic evident in her voice.

"Over there, Mommy," the girl responds, pointing at me. I see Juan look up, recognizing me instantly.

"Consuela, what do you want?" he asks me.

"I want my husband back. I want my child back, our child, the one you killed the night you killed my family, our family. Papa loved you like a son, and you betrayed him, and me. How could you, Juan?"

"Consuela, I am not Juan. He was a cover; a made up man. I had no choice. My government betrayed me. I was a soldier, following orders. They threatened to kill my daughter. I couldn't allow her to die."

"But you were able to allow me to die. You made love to me, you gave me a child, but you didn't want me? How could you do that? How could you choose her over me?"

"Consuela, I never made love to you. I fucked you. I had sex with you. My heart never belonged to you. I didn't want you. I did a job. Please don't hurt my son. He's innocent; he's only a baby."

"Then you need to sacrifice yourself. You don't deserve to live."

He switches to English, speaking to his whore. "Babe, take Rosa and Matteo and go to Lester. Stay with him. I'll get RC. Don't worry about me. You know I love you and the kids more than life itself. Promise me you'll keep them safe. I love you, Babe, always and forever." He turns to his whore and kisses her like I dreamt that he would kiss me. Their embrace is full body, with her not wanting to let go. I understand the sentiment.

"Carlos, please don't. I can't lose you again. We can't lose you."

"Babe, everything will be okay. I promise."

"You shouldn't make a promise you can't keep. You need to come over here and kneel before me where I will blow your head off. If not, I will throw your brat into the ocean so you can watch him drown."

I see him resign himself to his fate and watch him slowly walk to me. I smile as he's about where I want him, knowing my revenge will be complete in a moment, as he watches his whore die. He can live the rest of his life knowing that he killed her.

I lift my weapon, throwing the brat in the water and shooting at the whore in one motion. I hear, then feel the bullet rip through my body watching as someone jumps in front of the whore, taking the bullet before my world goes dark.