Isabela gripped Thor’s hand tightly, as if holding on could keep him there.“Stay… for me. For our baby. We need you. I need you… Just for today. Let me feel like there’s still a chance for us…”Thor stayed silent for a few seconds. His eyes were fixed on hers, but there was no softness in them. He took a slow breath before answering, his voice low, firm, and without hesitation.“I understand what you’re feeling, Isabela. But what you need right now isn’t promises—it’s emotional stability. If you keep falling apart like this, the one who’ll suffer is the baby. And I won’t let that happen.”She looked at him, pleading for any sign of emotion, but Thor didn’t waver.“I’ll talk to the doctor, see if I can rearrange my day,” he said, steering clear of sentiment or comfort. “But only if you promise to eat everything and keep calm. You have to do your part.”Isabela nodded quickly, tears spilling again.“I promise… I’ll try. Just… don’t leave.”Thor slowly released her hand and stood, adjus

The next morning, Tatiana headed to her company and dropped Celina off at work.When Celina walked into her office, she was met with an unexpected sight—a bouquet of deep red roses beside a small box of fine chocolates on her desk. The rich fragrance of the flowers filled the room, and, curious, she stepped closer. Between the petals, a delicate note was tucked away:“Forgive me. — Thor.”Her lips curved into an emotional smile as she read the message. That was when she heard soft footsteps. Looking up, she found Thor standing in the doorway, watching her reaction.“I’m guessing I’m forgiven,” he said with a gentle smile.Celina met his gaze, still smiling. He crossed the room, pulled her into a warm embrace, and kissed her as if he’d been starving for it.“I missed you, love,” he murmured against her lips.“I missed you too, Thor,” she replied tenderly.“How’s everything going?” she asked, trying to break the heavy emotion lingering between them.“Let me enjoy you for a little while

Angélica arrived at the hospital with worry etched across her face. She asked for directions at the reception desk and followed the long corridors until she reached Isabela’s room. Inside, she found the young woman lying in bed, eyes swollen, skin pale, and gaze vacant. The room was silent except for the steady hum of the medical equipment.“Good morning, Isa…” Angélica said softly, trying to bring a trace of comfort into the heavy air.Isabela lifted her eyes slowly, forcing a fragile smile.“I thought you wouldn’t come…” she murmured, her voice trembling.“Of course I would. You matter to me.”Isabela let out a theatrical sigh, a tear slipping down her cheek. Resting one hand on her belly, she spoke with deliberately visible pain:“I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without Thor, Angélica. I… I can’t take it anymore. I don’t eat, I don’t sleep. My heart hurts all the time. And what if my baby feels all of this too?”Before Angélica could respond, the door creaked open and Lívia e

Gabriel took a deep breath, then spoke in a low, steady voice, filled with wisdom.“I understand your pain. And your anger. But holding all that inside will only hurt you more than you realize. You don’t need to decide everything right now. Just don’t let bitterness guide your choices. Think it through calmly. For their sake… and for yours too.”Meanwhile, across the city, Thor walked into a bar. He ordered a whiskey, then another, then another. The hatred still consumed him. The image of Celina walking into that building with Gabriel seared through his mind like fire. His eyes were bloodshot, not only with rage but with grief. It felt as if someone had ripped his heart straight out of his chest. He wanted to erase it all. He wanted to stop feeling.“Damn liar… you fooled me…” he muttered aloud.His glass slammed against the table with force.Back at Gabriel’s apartment, the conversation was drawing to a close.“I need to go,” Celina said. “I rented an apartment. I want to start getti

Celina laughed out loud.“Zoe, you’re insane. Who compares an exam to tweezers?”“Pain is pain!” Zoe shrugged. “And mine was brutal! But what about you, Celina? Did you ever go to college?”“No… I was going to, but then I met César. When I got married, I devoted myself entirely to him. I regret it. He never encouraged me to grow.”“Of course not. I bet he’s one of those men who love keeping women dependent. But you’re still young, girl. It’s not too late. Go to college, invest in something…”“I want to go back to writing,” Celina said thoughtfully.“Writing? What kind?” Zoe asked, intrigued.“Romance novels.” She answered with a small smile.“No way! My friend’s a writer?” Zoe asked, practically glowing with excitement.“I’m just an amateur…” Celina replied, embarrassed.“Amateur, my ass! You should invest in this, Celina! You could work from home, take care of the babies, and still earn your own money writing. It’ll work, trust me! Honestly, the world is full of women dumped by lousy