"Flávio"I walked into the hotel bar and saw, at a table in the back, on the bar's balcony, the unmistakable image of that tall, slender woman with shiny, wavy brown hair, wearing a black dress with a plunging neckline and holding a strawberry daiquiri in one hand and a cigarette in the other, as always. That woman who had once been my wife, who decided to make me choose between her and my career and then simply walked away.I walked over to her, analyzing the scene. Sabrina hadn't changed much; she was still a beautiful and provocative woman. We were the same age, our parents were friends, we went to school together, and I didn't even realize our parents had always pushed us toward each other. Before I knew it, I was already married and thought she was the right woman for me. Until she put me against the wall, and I refused to leave the police force and return to my father's company like a trained puppy. And I made the right choice! "Why the hell does a dead man come out of the grave

"Flávio"It seems my days of tranquility are behind me. Heitor finally returned from his trip and gathered the guys for dinner. He wanted to hear from Samantha, but he ended up telling her that her ex-boyfriend had been threatening her and had also threatened Manu, and that drove me crazy.When I got home, I went to talk to Manu, who simply told me she didn't even remember. How can someone be threatened and not even remember? The short girl ended up distracting me with that hot body, and I dropped the conversation.But the next day, I was nervous and worried. And the call I received from Sabrina didn't help much."Hi, hubby! Have you confirmed that we're still married?" Sabrina was enjoying leaving me in this situation."Sabrina, go back to whatever hole you crawled out of and forget about me!" I yelled and hung up the phone, but it didn't help; it rang again."You were more polite than that." “Sabrina complained. “Flávio, you’re my husband, so you should take me to lunch at a nice re

"Manuela"I arrived at the office singing and smiling, thinking that all the colors were more beautiful, the day brighter, and that life was so good. But it wouldn't be any other way, after the night of love I'd had with my big man, who had finally declared his love to me."Guys, this police chief is truly something!" Rick appeared in front of my desk, smiling."Love is something, Rick!" I smiled at him."Explain, cutie!" He smiled and sat down."He loves me, Rick, he loves me!" I said excitedly."And what's new, Chaveirinho?" Patrício appeared at that moment. "Everyone already knows that.""What do you mean, guys?" I looked intrigued."Only you and Flávio had this doubt, because we all already knew that you love each other," Patrício said, and I looked at Rick. "I didn't say anything." Rick placed his hands open in front of him as if to emphasize that he hadn't."Did he need to? Just look at how these two move." Patrício sat in the other chair across from me. "So, Moreno declared his

"Flávio"I slammed the door, finished loading my bags into the police car, and left for the airport. Bonfim, beside me, found it all amusing. I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Sabrina behind me huffed and puffed."Flávio, this is outrageous." Sabrina kept complaining, shifting back and forth in the seat, it was irritating."Girl, don't rub yourself against this seat so much. Last night, this police car transported a fugitive who was hiding in the woods, and he hasn't had time to wash up yet. He was in a terrible situation," Bonfim said, and I looked at him, knowing he was making up a story to provoke Sabrina."Oh, was that the police car they transported Remela in?" I asked, making up a random name and playing along with Bonfim. That would be fun."Yes, it was." And he hadn't bathed in a month, hiding in the woods, rummaging through trash cans. I heard they had to shave his head and force him to shave off all his body hair. Bonfim said, and I saw Sabrina looking scared in the

“Flávio”We went to my parents' house, and when we arrived, they were truly surprised. My mother opened her arms and came to greet me.“Son, you’re back, finally!” She hugged me.“Don’t be fooled, Mom. I just came to talk to you. I’m going back to Porto Paraíso today.” I said quickly, and she placed her hand on my face.“When will you understand that you belong here?” she asked.“Not anymore, Mom,” I replied, greeting my father.“Well, I think you’ll change your mind soon,” my father said with a smile.“Are you saying that because of Sabrina, Dad?” I gave him a cynical smile. “I’m trying to understand how she managed to annul the divorce decree.”“From what I know, you dropped the divorce because she was pregnant. And you signed all the documents for her.” But that reckless woman went on a trip and lost my grandson in a miscarriage. The way my father spoke, it seemed like he truly believed in the miscarriage."That's all you know, Dad? That's all you know?" I pressed, and he stared at