Emma spoke gently:“Sweetheart, you need to understand something. This has nothing to do with a lack of desire. In fact, it’s often the opposite. When love and care grow that deep, a man’s first instinct is to protect. The fear of hurting you — or of doing anything wrong — can be paralyzing.”“But Emma, the doctor already said it was fine. I told him that myself.”“That’s the logical part,” Emma replied calmly. “But what he’s feeling isn’t rational — it’s emotional. Deep down, he probably just needs a bit more time to feel safe again. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you. It means he loves you so much that his fear of losing you or harming the pregnancy is overwhelming his desire.”Celina fell silent for a few seconds, absorbing every word.“I’d never thought of it that way.”“It’s hard to think clearly when your heart feels bruised — that’s normal,” Emma said softly. “You’re sensitive right now, and that’s part of it. But I promise you, Thor still wants you. He just needs emotional

The next morning, Celina was in her room finishing getting ready to go to the mall when her phone rang. She picked it up — César. Without hesitation, she declined the call.It rang again. She declined once more.On the third try, she exhaled sharply, annoyance breaking through, and finally answered.“What do you want, César?” she snapped.“Well, good morning to you too, wife,” he replied, his voice dripping with mockery.“I’m not your wife anymore,” she shot back firmly.“As long as you carry my last name, you are,” he said, his tone clipped and commanding. “We need to talk. I sent you an address. Meet me there in an hour. Only after that conversation will I sign the divorce papers. If you don’t show up, I’ll make sure this divorce never goes through.”“There’s nothing left for us to talk about, César. I have an excellent lawyer. Whether you like it or not, this divorce is happening.”“Oh, the lawyer Thor got for you?” he sneered. “Too soft, sweetheart. It’ll take someone far more com

Thor drove through the city streets, his mind in turmoil. His phone vibrated insistently on the passenger seat. He saw the name My Life flash across the screen — Celina — and declined the call without hesitation.Back at the penthouse, Celina sat on the couch, tears brimming in her eyes as she stared at the phone.“You can keep refusing,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. “I’m going to keep calling until you pick up.”Determined, she called again. And again. Three more times. Thor declined them all.“Not now, love…” he muttered under his breath, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “Not until I calm down. I’m not going to be that Thor again.”Minutes later, Thor was standing at Arthur’s mansion, pressing the doorbell repeatedly. The housekeeper opened the door, startled, but before she could say anything, Thor stepped inside.“Where’s Arthur?” he demanded.Arthur appeared in the living room, half-asleep, wearing nothing but his boxers, rubbing his eyes.“What the he

Thor rolled onto his side, pulling Celina against him. Because of her slightly rounded belly, she settled on her side as well, resting her head on his damp chest while they both tried to catch their breath.“I missed you so much, love,” she whispered, her fingers tracing lazy circles across his chest.“I missed you too, my love. You have no idea how much.” Thor kissed the top of her head and smiled, their hearts still beating fast, still tangled in the same rhythm.They stayed like that — skin to skin, still connected — as if ending the moment would break something sacred between them.“I was so afraid of hurting you,” Thor admitted softly, running his fingers through her hair.“You could never hurt me, love,” she murmured, her hand caressing his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath her palm. “What hurts is when you pull away from me. I need all of you, Thor — your fears, your doubts, your insecurities. I need you, exactly as you are.”Thor shut his eyes tightly, tryin

A few days had passed since Thor and Celina’s last serious conversation. The atmosphere between them had grown lighter with each passing day—more connected, more intimate—and their bond felt stronger than ever. Thor stood in his office at the company headquarters, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone to his ear as he looked out through the massive glass wall framing the skyline of São Paulo. The tone of his voice was professional, but his mind was somewhere else entirely—on the woman who now filled every corner of his life.As he ended the call, Zoe rushed in with her tablet in hand and a playful smile on her face.“Boss man,” she teased, closing the door behind her. “I came to go over your schedule. Am I still supposed to leave those days at three p.m. completely free like you told me?”Thor turned, leaning casually against the edge of his desk.“Keep Wednesday at the same time. The other days you can fill as usual. Even when I go back to the States, leave that slot un