Estre Berrocal stared at him, sobbing.


    “What a long time no see, if Dulcina hadn’t told me you were here, did you think you’d never see me again for the rest of your life?”


    The smile on Adam Rouco’s lips was faint as he said, “I did think, as Iy here a moment ago, of divorcing you and taking you away, preferably never to see me again in this life, that a man like me was not fit to be trusted with a life.”


    “Nonsense.” Her eyes blinked softly, tears falling.


    He scoffed, “Because the next moment it could be someone else, someone who would be strange to you, who would frighten you, who would hurt you. Such a me, indeed, should not have married you, and I’m sorry I didn’t think it through.”


    Estre Berrocal threw her arms around his neck and shouted: “There are no apologies … No divorce for me! Adán Rouco you are already married to me! I will not ept a divorce.”


    “Star …”


    Estre Berrocal stood on tiptoe, took Adán Rouco’s handsome face between her hands and kissed him on his fine lips.


    Her salty tears, which he savored, hurt him to the core.


    “Adán Rouco, I warn you … don’t divorce me! Or else… or else…”


    Adam Rouco wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his forehead resting gently on hers, and asked in a muted, leisurely voice, “Or what?”


    Estre Berrocal couldn’t say anything in despair, tears were stilling out of her eyes, “O … I’ll make sure you never see me again for the rest of your life.”


    It does not threaten people.


    Adán Rouco murmured and let out a soft, affectionateugh.


    Estre Berrocal’s eyes reddened and she red at him, “What are youughing at?”.


    She was crying and he had the audacity tough.


    It’s no fun!


    “It makes meugh, I haven’t seen Estre Berrocal for a few days and the one with the bby legs is threatening people.”


    Estre Berrocal clenched her fist and pressed it to her chest: “What days, thirty-seven days, thirty-seven days! Adán Rouco… these thirty-seven days…. where the hell have you been! You know… I miss you so much…”


    She curled up in his arms and cried with abandon.


    Adam Rouco’srge hand, frozen in the air for a long time, finally rested on the back of her head, gently soothing her.


    “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”


    Even Adán Rouco himself feels he is already too much of a loser, having lived thirty-two years and having said “I’m sorry” almost as many times in just two days as in thirty years together.


    Estre Berrocal buried herself in his arms and said sullenly, “No apologies…. I want you with me all the time”.


    Adam Rouco’s eyes deepened, “But what if Jerold Rouco shows up again?”


    “I’ll face it with you, I’ll heal with you, and one day, you’ll be fine.”


    A strong warmth crept into Adán Rouco’s heart and, lowering his head, he kissed the little woman in his arms.


    “Star, thank you, for epting me in such a morbid way.”


    “It’s just being sick, what’s the big deal, in this life, who wouldn’t have a little mental illness, a little mental problem, what’s so weird…”


    Estre Berrocal wrapped her arms around his waist and pursed her lips, “Adam, don’t push me away, let’s face it together, once it was you who chased me, from now on, let me take care of you, ok?”.


    Adán Rouco closed his eyes and let out a long sigh: “Good”.


    …


    Estre Berrocal sat on the edge of the bed and took Adán Rouco’srge hand and pressed it against her t lower belly.


    “Is the child well behaved?”


    Adán Rouco pressed his ear against her belly and Estre Berrocal could not help butugh: “The baby is not yet formed, there will be no fetal movements”.


    The man circled her waist, much thinner.


    Before, Estre Berrocal was slim but still had flesh around her waist, but now, not a bit of flesh shows.


    It must have been a difficult time for her to stand alone.


    However, Estre Berrocal was unconcerned, looked at him and said, “As long as you are well, anything goes. Besides the fact that I miss you, Paulita misses you especially, Adán, shall we go back tonight to La familia Rouco to see Paulita?”


    “Well, Dad still doesn’t know about my condition, it’s time to tell him.”


    Estre Berrocal’s eyes were pained: “Have you suffered alone all these years? Why didn’t you tell someone else to share it for you?”.


    “Tell them, so they’ll worry about me too? With my older brother away and Dad getting older, the whole weight of The Rouco Family falls on me, and my illness is a secret, and if word gets out, there will be countless people watching me spellbound.”


    “Adam … you got me after that.”


    She would help him share his joys and sorrows.


    Dr. Esteban says that multiple personalities are produced not only by major stimuli and traumas, but also by the pressure exerted by the patient himself. The subconscious mind sets in motion its defense mechanisms and unfolds the personality traits necessary to help him or her ovee the most difficult moments.


    Jerold Rouco, for example, arose from the deep remorse of Adán Rouco, who wanted to repay the guilt he felt towards Analena Lozada and therefore created a Jerold Rouco who attacked himself, even trying to put him to sleep forever.


    …


    Esteban Zaragosa and Dulcina Calvo, at this moment, are sitting in a roadside store eating.


    Esteban Zaragosa’s mouth twitched before he shoved his own untouched bowl at her, “I don’t like this, you eat it.”


    “Are you sure you don’t want to eat it? It’s really good! You’ll regret it if you don’t eat it.”


    Esteban Zaragosa simply refused: “No”.


    Dulcina Calvo rubbed her palms together, “Then I’m wee!”.


    Tilting his head, he began to take a big bite and continued to eat …


    Esteban Zaragosa looked askance at the little nymph in front of him and was quite unconcerned.


    Esteban Zaragosa wonders if he follows those who throw food at him.


    “Dulcina Calvo”.


    “Hmm?”


    “If I bring you something to eat every day from now on, would you like to marry me?”


    “Pfft…”


    Dulcina Calvo threw a jet of food out of her mouth and luckily Esteban Zaragosa reacted quickly and dodged it, otherwise Esteban Zaragosa’s face would have been covered with the food Dulcina Calvo was eating at that moment.


    Dulcina Calvo gagged and coughed loudly: “Cough … cough … mentor, what did you just say?”.


    Esteban Zaragosa’s face darkened and he pursed his thin lips with an arrogant look, “I didn’t say anything, eat your food. ”


    “Oh.”


    Dulcina Calvo obediently bowed her head and ate her te of food, but her ears unconsciously turned scarlet.


    How can the demon Stephen be so hungry! To be interested in a green apple like her!


    He must have had a bad ear! If not, it’s the sick gibberish of the demon Stephen!


    After eating a bowl and a half, I couldn’t eat any more.


    “Tutor, I can’t eat anymore, let’s go back.”


    Esteban Zaragosa suddenly picked up half of the bowl she had left and ate it in bewilderment.


    Dulcina Calvo’s eyes widened: “Mentor, I’ve already tried this bowl! You can order another bowl if you like.”


    “A waste of food.”


    Dulcina Calvo: “…”


    How dare the demon Stephen call her a waste?


    Who was the guy who dragged her to a fancy French dinner?


    Who is it that wants five figures for a shirt?


    Is it wasted?


    Dulcina Calvo was surprisingly speechless.


    Dulcina Calvo blushed undeniably as she watched Esteban Zaragosa eat the food she had eaten, one bite at a time, with the same spoon she had eaten with.


    Even in a roadside store eating, this man in a white coat is exceptionally handsome, noble and elegant.


    Dulcina Calvo can’t help but admit that Esteban Zaragosa … is so handsome!


    Dulcina Calvo poked her little head out and asked curiously, “Is it good?”.


    Esteban Zaragosa’s dark eyes looked deep into her, “Not bad.”


    Dulcina Calvo’s heart, especially unproductive, was beating violently.


    He rested a hand on his face and changed the subject, “Is there really no cure for Adán Rouco’s split personality disorder?”


    Esteban Zaragosa, with a slight look in his eyes, said, “It is not entirely impossible to cure, but it is a long and tortuous process. It is possible to develop dissociative identity disorder, or DID, as it is known medically, in which multiple souls live in one body. People with DID are often repressed and unwilling to ept help from others, mostly due to significant psychological and spiritual trauma.”


    Dulcina Calvo listened attentively, “And what is the best treatment to follow?”.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    Esteban Zaragosa nodded slightly, “It is more effective with a change of environment, supportive psychotherapy and calming and sleep therapy.”


    Esteban Zaragosa had a hunch that Adán Rouco’s medicine was the cure for Estre Berrocal.


    “Mentor, look you make me work overtime every day and stress me out so much, am I going to get multiple personality disorder too because I can’t take it?”.


    Esteban Zaragosa coolly scrutinized her, got up and left, dropping the sentence, “I see you are more prone to drama.”


    “…”


    Dulcina Calvo pursued her: “I’m serious! It’s not a joke.”


    “I’m not kidding either.”


    “The tutor gave me a break.”


    “Mentor? Mentor?”


    All he got in return was the cold, erect back of Esteban Zaragosa.


    …


    Adán Rouco returned to La familia Rouco with Estre Berrocal.


    Once back at The Rouco Family, Adán Rouco entered the studio with Roberto Rouco.


    Estre Berrocal sat on the sofa with Paulita, who asked: “Estre, is it true that daddy is engaged to another woman? Does daddy no longer love us?”.


    “Of course not, Dad will always be with us.”


    “Really?”


    Estre Berrocal caressed Paulita’s little head: “For real”.


    An hourter, Adán Rouco came down from the studio.


    As soon as Paulita saw her father, she pounced on him: “Daddy, Paulita misses you so much! You are so cold to me.


    Adán Rouco kissed Paulita’s cheek, “Daddy misses Paulita too, let’s see if Paulita has grown uptely”.


    “Well, Paulita has grown more! She’s grown three centimeters! Hugs from daddy!”


    Estre Berrocal watched the heartwarming image of father and daughter with the utmost relief.


    “Dad, I thought you didn’t want me and Estre anymore. ”


    Paulita throws her arms around Adán Rouco’s neck and cuddles him.


    “How could I have given up without you.”


    “Daddy, kisses!”