Hi everyone! Here you have our story (we are two writers) It was written in Spanish and we are having a huge success so we decided to translate it. The amazing AlexandriaVE is doing the translation. Thank you so much. And we hope you enjoy the first chapter. Reviews are appreciated :)

Chapter 1. The Rabbit Hole

Regina Mills had always been a woman who had everything in order, and by 35 years old she had accomplished practically all that she had aspired to in her life. She was married to an affluent man, in good social standing, named Max. Max, ten years her senior, was the Minister of Economy, and his position put her in a place of importance and allowed her to rub elbows with not only the most important people in the city, but also the most important people in the country. Her parents were proud of her because that is what they had always wanted for their only daughter. Her mother had seen to finding her a husband at a benefit gala, with little care for whether her daughter would love him. Regina had been taught, from the time she was a child, how important it was to keep up appearances, and that meant that, no matter how awful you felt, you always had to smile and pretend that your life was perfect-something that Regina had become an expert at doing.

The brunette knew that something was going on; after four years of marriage, she knew Max well enough to know that he was lying. There had been many weeks when he would come home late and use the excuse that he had been working late, but, when he would get into bed, he smelled strongly of alcohol. Of course she knew her husband was sleeping around, but that was not what was important to Regina. What she wanted to avoid was the public scandal that could endanger her image and social status. She had put in too much work to get where she was for his secret affairs to ruin her life.

She was ready to discover where her husband was going, so that night, instead of staying in bed, she took her car and followed Max. They lived in the suburbs of the city and it was a long trip to reach downtown. She had to leave little Henry at the house with the nanny. He wasn't her biological son, he was the product of her husband's first marriage, but when his mother died Regina had become the maternal figure that the boy needed and she came to love him as if he was her own flesh and blood.

Finally Max stopped his car and the brunette with did the same with caution, far enough back that she couldn't be seen. She waited until she saw her husband get out of the car and enter an establishment, the name of which she couldn't read well, and then, after waiting a few seconds, she put on dark sunglasses and got out of the car. She walked until she was in front of an enormous lit-up sign that said, "The Rabbit Hole," which informed her that it was a strip club. Regina shook her head; how could he take such a huge risk in being seen in a place like this?

She decided to go in and discover exactly what Max was dedicated to, although it seemed quite clear. She was crossing the threshold when an enormous man stopped her short: "Excuse me Ma'am, but this is a private party-you can't go in," he said in a serious and authoritative tone.

Regina raised her eyebrows, looked at him as if he were beneath her: "Excuse me, but do you not realize with whom you're speaking? I'm the Mister of Economy's wife. If you don't let me pass, I'll only have to make one call to shut this filthy dump down!"

The man looked at her for a few seconds before finally stepping aside to let her pass. The brunette smiled victoriously and entered the building. She had only one foot in the door when the smell of alcohol and filth washed over her. She covered her nose in disgust and looked around; fortunately her coat and sun glasses made it unlikely she would be recognized. Regina had never been in a dive such as this-the music was loud, and there were not many people, but she was able to recognize some of the men that worked with her husband and others who had political power and were always in the press. There were few women in the place, so she had to be cautious. Everyone was focused on the platform where a number of strippers danced, and so no one noticed her as she sat at an isolated table. She called over the waiter and asked for a diet soda.

Suddenly, the girls disappeared and the lights dimmed for what it seemed would be the big number of the night. Regina focused on the pole that was in the middle of the stage and a girl began to move sensually to the rhythm of the new song that began to play. All of the men, including her husband, watched attentively. She was an attractive blond and had a body to be jealous of. It was clear that she was the highlight of the "hole."

She wore a tiny red outfit that seemed ridiculous to the brunette. She wondered what the girl's childhood must have been like for her to end up in a job like that.

The woman was still swinging her hips while she walked down from the stage and approached the table of men. She began to dance in front of Max's face and that made Regina nearly break the glass in her hand. She was not jealous, she simply realized that this must be the hooker that drew her husband away from her and kept him busy all of the nights that he came home late. Since Max was drooling with each caress from the blond, it was clear that Regina wasn't going to be able to force him to stop seeing her. Just then an idea came to mind-perhaps through a talk with that woman would help her to get her husband away from this life.

Regina waited for the number to end to leave and find the door at the rear of the establishment, where it seemed the employees would leave from. She waited for a while before the blonde, now dressed like a normal person, headed toward her car. She swore if she had seen the blonde on the street, she would have never thought that she was a stripper.

Regina walked up to her and gently cleared her throat: "Excuse me...Miss," the other woman turned to listen to her and looked at her strangely, "could we talk?"

The blonde was especially surprised since, from the look of her clothing, this woman was out of place in this neighborhood, and even more so in this dive.

"Yes, okay, what do you need?" she asked as she searched her purse for her car keys.

"Look, let's get to business: the man that you were dancing for is my husband, and I want you to stop seeing him or we're going to have some serious problems," she said in her most threatening tone as she drew closer.

The other woman raised her eyebrows and responded, "Stop seeing him? He's the one who comes to watch me and my coworkers dance."

This answer surprised Regina, who had assumed from the way she danced for her husband that they had slept together at least a couple of times.

"He doesn't come to see you personally?"

The stripper shook her head, "No! I don't know anything about your husband. I don't give any "special treatment" to clients." It was true, the blond wasn't the type.

Regina stood looking at her, it seemed that the problem wasn't one woman, it was all women in general. Maybe she could still get something out of this girl. She cleared her throat and looked around; it was a bad neighborhood and she didn't want to anyone to see them.

"Could we talk somewhere more private?"

"Is it important? I am going home and I'm not really up to a meeting today." The blonde was uncomfortable; she had been feeling sick all night and couldn't wait to get home.

"Yes, it really is." It mattered little to Regina how bad the stripper felt, she only cared about the solution to her situation.

"Okay," the girl sighed. She didn't know the woman, but she didn't want problems. She put a big bag full of her outfits in the trunk and she was left with a smaller bag. "Where do you want to talk?"

"I don't know, do I seem like I would know the area? Take me somewhere discrete," the brunette said as she crossed her arms and tapped her foot. The brunette rolled her eyes; she didn't like the way the woman was treating her. She got in her car and opened the door for her to get in too.

Regina looked at the car with disgust and, after some hesitation, sighed and voiced her complaint: "I hope I'm not going to die in this car...if I must." She put on her sun glasses while looking forward.

After putting the car in drive, the blonde looked at her rather annoyed: "You didn't need to really. I don't know what you expect from me, but the truth is I doubt I'll be able to help you."

"I will decide if you can help me or not. The sooner we start, the sooner we finish." The brunette seemed very insistent. She did not like having to do this, but she felt it was necessary to keep her life on track.

The stripper drove for a while, occasionally glancing at the other woman. She didn't understand what she could want from her now that she knew that she wasn't going to bed with her husband. She parked her car at a small bar, somewhat remote but still nice. She got out of the car and waited for the brunette to do the same.