STOP YOUR PRESSES AND HOLD ON TO YOUR CHAIR BECAUSE THIS GOSSIP IS HOTTER THAN A HABANERO SAUCE!
FROM SELLING GORDITAS IN THE MARKET TO REINA DE LAS LOMAS! LUPITA’S INCREDIBLE AND SCANDALOUS STORY: SHE FELL MADLY IN LOVE WITH A “BUM” WITHOUT A FIFTH IN THE BAG, AND TURNED OUT TO BE THE MOST COVETED HEIR IN MEXICO! YOU WON’T BELIEVE THE HELL AND PARADISE HE LIVED AFTER THE “I DO”!
By: “The Sniper on the Block” – Your number one source of real myths.
Friends, dear race that reads me: prepare a coffee with a picket or bring the popcorn, because the story we bring you today surpasses any prime-time soap opera script. Forget about “María la del Barrio” or “Rubí”, this happened in real life, here meritito in our magical Mexico, and it is to leave you with a square eye!
We all saw that headline that circulated on social networks, that little hook that told us: “She fell in love and married this man without knowing that he was rich, look what happened to her…”. Alas, curiosity killed the cat, but it gave us life! We clicked on “See more” and what we discovered is a roller coaster of emotions, luxuries, betrayals and a bulletproof love (and money).
THE BEGINNING: LOVE WITH THE SMELL OF CORIANDER AND ONION
Our protagonist is María Guadalupe, whom everyone in her neighborhood of Iztapalapa affectionately knows as “Lupita”. A struggling woman, a chambeadora, one of those who get up at 4 in the morning to prepare the dough for the gorditas that she sells in a small laminero stall near the subway. Lupita, honest to the core, had never been lucky in love; pure jerks who only wanted to get the little he earned from him.
Until he arrived.
One day, a handsome boy appeared at his stall, with a three-day beard, ripped jeans (but not the fashionable ripped ones that cost a fortune, but really torn) and a sad look that melted the steel. He called himself “Javi”.
“Boss, do you trust me with a pork rind? I’m a witch right now, but I swear I’ll pay you tomorrow,” Javi told her in a hoarse voice. Lupita, who has a heart bigger than her comal, not only gave her the gordita, but also gave her a soft drink. “Go ahead, mijo, eat, for the sorrows with bread are less.”
That’s where it all began. The crush was instantaneous. Javi began to go every day. Sometimes he paid, sometimes he didn’t. He said that he did masonry “chambitas” or that he helped with removals, but he always walked around with empty pockets. Lupita earned a hat. She fell in love with his simplicity, how he made her laugh, how he defended her from drunks who were too clever in the stall.
THE HUMBLE BODORRIO THAT NO ONE WILL FORGET
Things got serious quickly. In a matter of six months, Javi, with tears in his eyes and a ring that seemed to have been taken from a small weight machine, asked her to marry him. “Lupita, I have nothing to offer you but this crushed heart, will you shoot me?”
And Lupita, brave as she was, said yes. They got married at the Civil Registry on a Tuesday morning, with the witnesses they grabbed from the line. The party was at the gorditas stand: tacos al pastor, quartito beer and the music of a thundered horn. Lupita was the happiest woman in the world. He thought she had married the poorest but the nicest man in town.
Poor baby! He had no idea of the hurricane that was coming upon him.
THE REVELATION: HOLD ON, DUDE, YOU’RE GOING BACKWARDS!
Two weeks after the wedding, the “honeymoon” (which consisted of a weekend in a beach resort in Morelos) ended abruptly. Javi received a call. He turned pale as wax.
“My love, we have to go see my family. My dad got sick,” Javi told him, trembling.
Lupita thought: “Chin, surely they live in a little room worse than mine and they need medicines.” He grabbed the week’s savings, about five hundred pesos well sweated, and got into a taxi with him.
But the taxi did not head towards the popular neighborhoods. He began to go up and up to the most “fifís” areas of the city. They passed Santa Fe, they went to Bosques de las Lomas, where the houses have their own names and security guards armed to the teeth on every corner.
Lupita began to break out in a cold sweat. “Javi, where are we going? Is your dad the watchman of one of these mansions?”
Javi did not answer. The taxi stopped in front of a wrought-iron gate that looked like the entrance to a castle. Some guards in suits saluted militarily when they saw Javi: “Good afternoon, Young Javier. Go ahead, they are waiting for him.”
Lupita felt her heart coming out of her mouth. They entered a huge property, with gardens that looked like golf courses and a fountain where Lupita’s entire gordita stall fit.
Upon entering the mansion, which looked like a museum, a lady dressed in designer clothes and looking like she had sucked lemon greeted them. Seeing Lupita with her worn sneakers and her grocery bag, the lady almost fainted from anger.
“Javier Alejandro De la Garza y Mondragón! What does this mean? Who is this… service girl you bring with you?” the lady shouted in a tone that cut the air.
Javi, with a confidence that Lupita had never seen before, grabbed his wife’s hand and said firmly: “Mother, she is not the maid girl. I introduce you to Lupita, my wife. And yes, she is the lady of the house.”
BOOM! Take it! Lupita found out right there that her “Javi” the bricklayer, was actually Javier Alejandro, the only heir to a tequila and real estate empire. A billionaire who, fed up with the interested and plastic women in his social circle, decided to live an “experience of poverty” to find true love. And boy did he find it!
WHAT HAPPENED NEXT: HELL HAS MARBLE FLOORS
Did you think that here the story ended with a “and they lived happily ever after”? Not at all, my race! This is where the real ordeal began for our Cinderella of Iztapalapa.
Lupita went from frying quesadillas to having an army of chefs at her disposal. Javi gave her unlimited credit cards, a closet full of brands that she couldn’t even pronounce (Gushi? Versachi?) and a private driver.
But happiness cannot be bought. Lupita felt like a fish out of water. At gala dinners, I didn’t know which fork to use. Javi’s “strawberry” friends looked over their shoulders at her, muttering things like “the naca that won the lottery”. They made fun of his way of speaking, how he dressed, his roots.
The worst was the mother-in-law, Doña Gertrudis. He made her life square. He told her that she was an “opportunist”, a “climber” who only wanted the family’s money. He tried to pay Lupita to leave her son. He offered her millions for the divorce!
Lupita cried every night on her Egyptian silk pillow. He missed his neighborhood, his customers, the smell of Grenache. He felt that money was robbing him of his identity and, even worse, that he was losing his Javi, who now spent all day in business meetings and traveling by private jet.
The marriage was about to thunder. Lupita grabbed her few old things and was ready to return to her mother. “Keep your millions, Javi. I prefer to be poor but happy, not this rag doll that your family wants me to be,” he shouted at her one night.
THE GRAND FINALE: UP WITH THE TACOS, DOWN WITH THE HYPOCRISY!
But Javi, the Javi she fell in love with, reacted in time. He sent his mother and high society to hell.
“I fell in love with you because you are authentic, Lupita. I don’t want you to change. If they don’t want you here, we’ll leave,” he told her.
And what do you think happened? Lupita took the reins. He did not divorce, but he did not allow himself to be humiliated either! She used Javi’s money for what she knew how to do best: help.
He transformed the mansion. On weekends, he organized giant taquizas in the gardens for the children of the orphanages. He converted the luxury car garage into a collection center. And the mother-in-law… Oh, the mother-in-law! At the most important Christmas dinner of high society, Lupita arrived dressed in a spectacular Oaxacan huipil, more expensive and elegant than any French dress of the other old women, and served, on fine porcelain plates… Gorditas de chicharrón prensado!
It was a scandal, but also a resounding success. All the rich ended up licking their fingers. Lupita showed that the neighborhood is not taken away, it is presumed.
Today, Lupita and Javi are still together. They are still rotten with money, yes, but Lupita does not forget where she comes from. He opened a chain of authentic Mexican food restaurants that employs hundreds of people from his old neighborhood. She continues to swear when she gets angry, she continues to eat tacos on the street and, above all, she continues to love her “lazy” millionaire who cheated on her for good.
What a story, my people! Reality always surpasses fiction! So you know, the next time you see a tough guy begging for money, don’t treat him badly! You never know if you’re the next owner of half a city!
Share if You also believe that true love is worth more than all the gold in the world, but that if it comes with gold, then what better! Wow!
