My Boyfriend and Best Friend Whispered in Spanish, My First Language Chapter 10

My Boyfriend and Best Friend Whispered in Spanish, My First Language Chapter 10

One year later.

I took over Soraya Group’s America operations, splitting my time between Valdoria and Port Emerson.

Every now and then, Connie would update me on Derek.

After he was fired, he couldn’t find another job.

Word of the “stubborn old man” incident had spread across the industry. No one would touch him.

Mira won her lawsuit.

But Derek didn’t have the two hundred fifty thousand.

The court ordered enforcement and seized whatever was left in his accounts. It still wasn’t enough.

They cut each other out for good.

Mirà later married a businessman.

It lasted less than two years-he cheated. She posted a long rant online about how all men are trash.

Connie even sent me screenshots.

I glanced at them. Felt nothing.

The image of Mira mocking me in Spanish had long since faded.

As for Derek, he never recovered.

His mother’s condition continued to worsen, and he barely made ends meet as a delivery driver.

One day, he texted me from an unfamiliar number.

[Elara, every time I pass our old neighborhood on a delivery, I think of you.)

[I remember the chicken noodle soup you’d make me.]

[I remember how you took care of me even when you were burning up with fever.]

[I was blind. I failed you.]

[Can you give me one more chance? I’ll do anything.]

I read the message. Then I blocked the number without a word.

That was the last contact we ever had.

I didn’t hate him. You only hate someone when they still matter.

To me, he was nothing.

Simon treated me well Eventually, we fell in love.

He propused on a quiet street in Valdoria.

No fireworks. No grand gestures. He just got down on one knee, a ring and a bouquet of roses in hand.

“Elara, will you marry me?”

Then he smiled. “But that’s only what I want. If you’re not ready, I’ll wait.”

I looked at him and smiled.

“I’m ready.”

We got married in Valdoria.

My father walked me down the aisle and placed my hand in Simon’s.

My grandfather and the rest of my family watched from the front row.

My father squeezed my hand gently.

“Be happy, sweetheart.”

When it was time to exchange our vows, Simon looked into my eyes.

“I’ll respect every choice you make.”

“I’ll remember every little thing that matters to you.

“And before every decision, I’ll always ask what you want.”

The room filled with applause.

For a moment, I thought about the two people who had once talked about me in Spanish as if I weren’t there.

They believed I understood nothing.

The truth was, I understood every word.

Sometimes, though, understanding doesn’t mean you have to argue.

Sometimes the best answer is to walk away and let them realize, on their own, exactly what they threw

away.

Love should never make you feel so small that you have to pretend not to understand.

Real love is someone who meets you where you are and ask you, with sincerity, “Is this what you want?”

The weather in Valdoria was beautiful that day. I wore a white wedding dress.

For the first time, I understood how warm it felt to be truly respected.

I never looked back.

Because everything ahead of me was nothing but light.