STOP HIS PRESSES AND HOLD ON TO THE CHAIR BECAUSE THIS GOSSIP IS HOTTER THAN A HABANERO SAUCE!
FROM SELLING CHUBBY GIRLS IN THE MARKET TO REINA DE LAS LOMAS! LUPITA’S INCREDIBLE AND SCANDALOUS STORY: SHE FELL MADLY IN LOVE WITH A “VAGO” WITHOUT A FIFTH IN THE BAG, AND TURNED OUT TO BE MEXICO’S MOST COVETED HEIR! YOU WON’T BELIEVE THE HELL AND PARADISE HE EXPERIENCED AFTER THE “YES, I ACCEPT”!
By: “The Gossiper of the Square” – Your number one source of real mitotes.
Friends, dear race that reads me: make yourself a coffee with picket or bring your popcorn, because the story we bring you today surpasses any primetime soap opera script. Forget “María la del Barrio” or “Rubí”, this happened in real life, here it is worth it in our magical Mexico, and it is there 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 him…”. Oh, 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 (and banknote) love.
THE BEGINNING: LOVE WITH THE SMELL OF CILANTRO AND ONION
Our protagonist is María Guadalupe, whom everyone in her Iztapalapa neighborhood affectionately knows as “Lupita”. A feisty, hard-working woman, one of those who gets up at 4 in the morning to prepare the dough for the chubby girls she sells at a small laminero stall near the subway. Lupita, honest to the core, had never been lucky in love; pure idiots who only wanted to get the little he earned from him.
Until he arrived.
One day, a fachoso boy appeared at his stall, with a three-day beard, ripped jeans (but not one of those trendy rips that cost a fortune, but really rips) and a sad look that melted steel. He called himself “Javi”.
“Boss, do I trust a chicharrón one? “I’m fine, 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 him the chubby girl, but also gave him a soft drink. “Go ahead, millet, eat, the sorrows with bread are less”.
That’s where it all started. The crush was instantaneous. Javi started going daily. Sometimes I paid, sometimes I didn’t. He said he did “masonry chambitas” or helped with moving, but he always walked around with empty pockets. Lupita got a hat. He fell in love with her simplicity, with how she made her laugh, with how she defended her from drunks who were too smart in the position.
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 looked like something out of a 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 herself, said yes. They 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, cuartito beer and the music of a thunder horn. Lupita was the happiest woman in the world. She thought she had married the poorest man, but the best in town.
Poor thing! He had no idea of the hurricane that was coming upon him.
THE REVELATION: HOLD ON, GÜEY, YOU’RE GOING BACK!
Two weeks after the wedding, the “honeymoon” (which consisted of a weekend at a Morelos spa) 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, I’m sure they live in a little room worse than mine and they need medicine”. He grabbed the week’s savings, about five hundred pesos in sweat, and got into a taxi with him.
But the taxi did not head towards the popular neighborhoods. He began to climb and climb towards the most “fifís” areas of the city. They passed Santa Fe, they entered Bosques de las Lomas, where the houses have their own names and security guards armed to the teeth on every corner.
Lupita started sweating cold. “Javi, where are we going? Is your dad the nightstand for one of these cases?”.
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 greeted militarily when they saw Javi: “Good afternoon, Young Javier. Go ahead, they’re waiting for you”.
Lupita felt like her heart was coming out of her mouth. They entered an immense property, with gardens that looked like golf courses and a fountain that could fit the entire Lupita gorditas stand.
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 tennis shoes and her errand bag, the lady almost fainted from her anger.
“Javier Alejandro De la Garza y Mondragón! What does this mean? Who is this… service girl you bring with you?”, the lady shouted with a tone that cut the air.
Javi, with a confidence that Lupita had never seen him before, grabbed his wife’s hand and said firmly: “Mother, she is not the service girl. Meet 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 a “experience of poverty” to find true love. And boy did he find it!
WHAT HAPPENED NEXT: HELL HAS MARBLE FLOORS
Did you think the story ended here with a “and you lived happily ever after”? Not at all, my race! This is where the real ordeal for our Cinderella of Iztapalapa began.
Lupita went from frying quesadillas to having an army of chefs at her disposal. Javi gave her unlimited credit cards, a closet full of marks that she couldn’t even pronounce (Gushi? Versachi?) and 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, murmuring things like “the naca who 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 his life out of squares. I told her she was an opportunistic “”, a climbing “” who just 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 clients, the smell of Grenache. He felt like the money was stealing his identity and, worse yet, that he was losing his Javi, who now spent all day on 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 to be”, he yelled 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. She didn’t get divorced, but she didn’t let herself 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 turned the luxury car garage into a collection center. And to the mother-in-law… Oh, to the mother-in-law! At the most important Christmas dinner in high society, Lupita arrived dressed in a spectacular Oaxacan huipil, more expensive and elegant than any French dress of the other old ones, and served on fine porcelain plates… Chubby pressed pork rinds!
It was a scandal, but also a resounding success. All the rich people ended up sucking their fingers. Lupita showed that the neighborhood is not removed, 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 talk rudely 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 the better.
What a story, my people! Reality always surpasses fiction! So you know, the next time you see a brat boy asking for trust, don’t treat him badly! You never know if you’re the next owner of half the city!
Share if you also believe that true love is worth more than all the gold in the world, but if it comes with gold, then what better! Ahua!
