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Chapter 38

HELENA

Bonding time.

We didn't bond well the first time we met. But I cannot blame the universe. Antonio and I are like two opposite poles. We should repel. Yet, I couldn't run away. Every path I took to get away led back to him.

He drew me in like a moth to a flame. And we bonded; we became husband and wife. Still, I felt like the moon married the sun, or that the day married the night. So different we were, and still are. Yet, perhaps we are meant to be. Maybe, just maybe, we belong together?

My fate should be in God's hands. His fate as well. And if God pulled us together, who am I to rebel? I can only rebel with my husband from now on. Because his dark side is a side of me as well. Each day, I become darker. Each day, I get used to the violence I find solace in.

But I am not the only one who changes. My bright side is contagious as well. His dark aura gets a lighter hue, and he adapts to my morals as well. It's like a magical soup we mix together — a proportion of darkness tinged with brightness — and we find an intermediate way.

However, today, he dances my way. We are doing couple yoga. We not only bond but also match with our outfits. I asked Roman to get us some yoga outfits, and the man who always complains about my requests was enchanted by this one — very eager to get me the outfit.

And now: Antonio is standing before me in bright pink leggings and a violet baggy shirt, a stretch band around his head. Though he didn't look delighted when he first saw the outfit, as soon as my bottom lip started to quiver, he gave in and changed for me.

I don't know what I like more: that the macho man changed into an outfit tinged with rosy hues, or that he spends time with me. Probably the latter. Because I love spending quality time with him. I have never laughed and smiled so wholeheartedly since my mother died.

It's kind of funny seeing him do these positions with a stoic face, like when he does the "tree" pose with me while holding hands. He literally looks like a ballerina. The only thing missing is his tutu. Next, we do another couple pose — the child pose. He curls up on the ground, and I lie backward on him. I let out a sigh, and it feels amazing for my back.

"For God's sake! Watch out! You'll fall," he tells me during the pose, as I can't help but giggle and be silly and reckless. He makes a great hill under me, raising me so high that only my tippy toes touch the ground.

"I won't, and this position is really good for my back. Ah! Did you hear how it cracked?" I ask him as I lay on his back, enjoying the sun shining down on us.

"That was my back!" he snorts. Oh! But understandable, he is an old man.

"See! I told you it would be good for both of us!" I tell him as I stretch my back, and he nags at me to be careful, making me roll my eyes. "All right, come on! Next position! And I want to be on top this time!"

It's the superman pose. And he's going to be the superman. I show him on the phone what I want to do next, and he looks at me like I'm nuts.

"Definitely not, no. I will literally crush you if I fall on you!" he disagrees, shaking his head.

"Why not? Come on, it's all about trust," I tell him with a pout, "and you should like this pose since you're always on top!" I give him a naughty grin, but he just glares at me with a stoic face, making me sigh.

"What about last night? You like to be on top too?" he asks me, cocking his head sideways. His remark makes me blush, as I remember how I rode him last night.

"Yes, but I also prefer to be the bottom..." I mutter with a tinge of embarrassment, as talking about our sex positions in the backyard, where his employees can hear us, makes me feel a little ashamed. "Please, my legs are strong; I can lift you. I can do that!"