Celina was paralyzed. Her heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. Her eyes widened, unable to look away from the scene unfolding in front of her.Thor was there, his pants down, his employee sitting on the table, her dress lifted, her legs wrapped around his waist. The woman threw her head back, moaning loudly, while Thor, in a hoarse voice laden with desire, murmured spicy words to her. His possessive touch, the way he held her tightly, contrasted brutally with the memory that invaded Celina's mind.Suddenly, flashes from days ago struck her violently. She saw César in the office, entwined with Nicole, his lascivious touch, his lover's sarcastic laughter. She also saw Thor at the hotel that night, caressing her face with unexpected tenderness, looking into her eyes as if he saw something beyond her facade of arrogance and coldness. How could he be so rough and insensitive now, after that moment he had shared with her?The shock was overwhelming.

At three o'clock in the morning, Celina woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. She was restless, torn between two difficult decisions: traveling for work or going to her ex-husband's company to sign the divorce papers. She wanted to be free of César, but at the same time, she needed the job. Even though it was getting harder and harder to live with Thor, she knew she wouldn't be able to find another job while pregnant and needed to support herself. She had no family to help her and didn't want to depend entirely on Tatiana, as she was already causing too much trouble by staying at her house.The memory of the photo she saw in Thor's drawer came back to her mind. Could her son already have a brother or sister? Could the woman in the photo be Thor's sister? Driven by curiosity, she picked up her cell phone and started researching him. She found several websites praising Thor as one of the richest tycoons in Brazil. Others discussed his romantic conquests and nights of lust, as well as

Celina walked toward Thor's office door, her heart racing and her eyes burning with frustration. She could still taste the bitter punishment he had imposed on her with the coffee. Her patience was at its limit, and all she wanted was to get out of there as quickly as possible."Come back here. Did I give you permission to leave?" Thor's cold, authoritative voice made her freeze in her tracks.Closing her eyes for a moment, trying to contain her anger, Celina turned on her heels and faced him again. He rose from his chair and walked over to the cabinet, opening one of the doors impatiently. He picked up a heavy folder full of documents and handed it to her unceremoniously."Scan everything and upload the files to the cloud backup. But I want them stored in the folder that only you and I have access to." His voice was sharp, leaving no room for objection.Celina didn't say a word. Her emotional exhaustion prevented her from reacting. She just took the folder and left the room with stead

Celina stared at her phone screen for a few minutes, undecided. Gabriel's message still glowed on the display: "Wanna see me sing tonight?" The simple, direct invitation made her heart beat a little faster. She knew she was vulnerable, sensitive, but at the same time she felt she needed a change of scenery, to experience something different from the pain she had been dragging around.She was snapped out of her reverie when Tatiana entered the room, her hair tied back in a loose bun and wearing flowery pajamas. "Friend, I made some juice and there's toast with jam. Come eat something before you go to sleep."Celina looked up and, somewhat embarrassed, showed her cell phone to her friend."Look what Gabriel sent." Tatiana raised her eyebrows and read it aloud with a mischievous smile."Wanna see me sing tonight?" She looked at Celina and added, "If he's trustworthy, why not? Go for it, friend. You need to rebuild your life. You're young, beautiful, intelligent..." "Oh, Tatá, I'm a

Celina stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before answering. She seemed to want to hold on to every little detail of that night before sharing it with the world—or, in this case, with Tatiana."He listened to me. And more than that... he saw me." "How so?" Tatiana asked, now more curious than before."He didn't ask about César, about what made me sad or where the pain in my eyes came from. He just... was there. Making me forget. Making me laugh. Making me feel..." She hesitated, as if the word were shy inside her throat. "Light." Tatiana smiled but remained silent, allowing Celina to continue."It was like breathing after being suffocated for a long time. As if the air was back in my lungs and I remembered what it was like to be alive." She laughed, a little embarrassed. "And it wasn't even anything special... just a conversation, some songs, a toast, and a kiss on the cheek.""Sometimes that's what touches you the most," Tatiana said softly. "The lightness. The lack of effort