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Lorenzo came to my side to open the car door as usual. I don't know what would happen to him if he didn't do this, even though I told him I didn't need that, but he insisted on doing so. Oh my God, he has a solid determination. Finally, we went down, and I think I knew the place, or what my husband calls heaven.

"This is our paradise, Mr. Lorenzo?" I asked him while we were walking.

"Exactly, did you forget about it so quickly, I mean that day?"

"No, I have a strong memory. I remember that you told me that the place belongs to you and that it will become ours, a place where we can fly with our freedom. This is what you said." I remember every word that comes out of his mouth.

At the end of the corridor and finally we reached the yacht, I still cannot believe that my husband is a billionaire. Lorenzo had to help me up because I was wearing a long dress and heels. He held my right hand and the left one was holding my dress from the bottom so I wouldn't stumble. I had to admit that I liked this side of it. We entered the yacht and had two back seats overlooking the beautiful view of the sea and the reflection of the sun's rays on its blue color, a view that instills psychological comfort.

"When I was young, I did not find a place like this to sit and complain about my worries and continue crying all day. I used to cry in the church garden alone, sitting on the ground. Usually I was barefoot, putting my head on my knees and sobbing in silence so as not to disturb the worshipers in the church. Today I own a private yacht." "B It's a miracle." His tone was sad and filled with regret, but he always hid it with a childish smile.

"Were you really crying?"

"They often called me the Prince of Tears. Didn't you cry when you were young?" He asked, looking at me with interest.

"Prince of tears, this is funny. Sorry. Did I cry or rarely? It's something like a miracle."

"How come you didn't cry in your childhood?"

"I did not cry when I fell or stumbled. Rather, I got up on my own. My father did not catch me and my mother did not worry about me. I did not cry when I was afraid that there was a ghost under my bed. I did not cry when I was exposed to violence. I did not cry when my Barbie dolls broke. I did not cry when "They kicked me out of the game with the neighborhood kids. I simply didn't cry over the trivialities of life."

Lorenzo remained silent for a while as he looked at me, but his silence was a different kind of response.

"So what's the one thing that could make you cry?" . This is a difficult question.

"It was that feeling that I was the only one who loved herself in the midst of everything that hated her, but I never hated myself." That was harsh.

"Does this make you cry? I mean, you did not cry over things that deserved to cry, but you cried because you love yourself! You do not need the love of others because if you love yourself as much as this, mi inferno." Maybe he's comforting me.

"You are saying this because you are different from me. It is true that you suffered, that you are an orphan, and that you were subjected to violence by a non-biological mother, and that you had to endure it on your own, but you have wonderful friends like Isaac and many who sacrifice themselves for you and who are a support and reason for your life, unlike me." I have no parents, no friends, not even colleagues, and no one to guide me to the right path as Uncle Fabian does with you. Do you see the difference? You are loved as Lorenzo Don Federov, but I am not loved as Valencia Torricelli.

"Each of us has a cruel and dark past, but we do not have to live with it because in the present we must move forward and face fears because the previous and current Lorenzo are different. Before, I was the foolish, sensitive prince of tears who still asked for love and attention, but now I am the one who extends love to those who did not." They will possess it one day, and I will give power to the one from whom it was stolen. In short, he who lacks something will give it back."