He let out a soft, almost relieved laugh before kissing her forehead with devotion.“Thank you, my love. You have no idea how this yes is the greatest victory of my life.”A year passed in which they limited themselves to stolen kisses—long and burning—laden with restrained desire. Each meeting was a battle between what they felt and what they knew was forbidden. It was as if that restraint were the only line still keeping them upright within the silent rules of the penitentiary.But that afternoon, in the closed room, Sabrina could no longer resist. There was something in her eyes that begged for surrender, and Maurício could not hold back. The air felt denser; her heart raced with a mix of fear and courage. Adrenaline burned through her veins, and the bitter-sweet taste of knowing it was forbidden only heightened the intensity.Maurício wrapped her in the strength of someone who had waited far too long, yet with the care of someone who knew he was holding something precious. His kis

lTears fell again, and Sabrina murmured:“Thank you so much. Truly. And don’t worry, Zoe. I won’t take this to court to ask for shared custody. I know she has her life there, her routine with you. You’re more of a mother to her than I am. And like you said, she and Miguel are inseparable.”Zoe smiled with understanding.“And with Arthur too. Can you believe he had to travel to Brazil for work and said he’d be gone for a month? After a week, he rushed back because Clarisse got a fever from missing him—she wouldn’t eat properly, cried all the time… even though they were talking on video.”Sabrina smiled softly, wiping away her tears.“I’m happy to hear that.”Zoe nodded, smiling as well.“Arthur is unbearable with Clarisse—you have no idea. Remember when I once said he would love that girl so much it would become suffocating? Well. He delivered.”Sabrina smiled tenderly.“I’ll never forget that conversation we had.”“Well then…” Zoe sighed, adjusting the phone to fix the camera. “He lov

He held her gaze with seriousness, but also with humanity.“I made mistakes too, Isabela. I never should have accepted that marriage, especially knowing you had feelings. I never should have slept with you. Forgive me as well. Now… let’s move forward. I’m sure you’ll be able to rebuild your life.”Isabela nodded, her shoulders slumped, as if she were finally shedding the weight of an illusion.“Today I know that what I felt for you was an illness. But I’m healed. I’m certain of that.”Thor squeezed Celina’s hand, as if he wanted her to witness the truth of his words.“If we’re here, it’s because we believe you’re changing. I would never have allowed my wife to come to this place if I thought it was pointless.”Celina leaned forward slightly, her voice filled with tenderness.“So… will you accept my proposal? You’re still young, Isabela. When you get out of here, you can give your life a complete makeover.”Isabela smiled through tears, her face marked by emotion.“I accept. And I’d li

Ten years had passed since that simple, intimate wedding in Manhattan. Ten years of hard work, sleepless nights, endless meetings, and achievements that surpassed every expectation. Gabriel and Ava’s technology company thrived. Ava’s sharp logic and Gabriel’s determined charisma became the perfect combination—opposites that completed each other.Ava, who once seemed to live purely by reason, had changed. She kept her practical sense, but learned to soften her gaze, to allow emotion to have space as well. She closed her law firm to dedicate herself entirely to the company, just as they had promised once the business prospered. Gabriel, in turn, kept his same charming demeanor, but inside the company he was another man altogether: serious, focused, and respected by everyone.And outside the company, there were the bonds he carefully nurtured. From early on, he devoted part of his time to Safira and Antonella. He faithfully kept his promise to teach the girls music. Safira threw herself

The road stretched ahead of Felipe and Isabela like an endless cut through the asphalt. The sky began to take on orange hues as the sun sank into the horizon, and the sense that something bigger was approaching hung in the air. Inside the car, Isabela stared out the window, trying to decipher the destination of that silent journey. The wind tapped against the glass, the radio was off, and the only sound was the steady hum of the engine.She frowned, unease growing.“Felipe, where are we going?” she asked, her voice low but filled with curiosity and a hint of fear.He didn’t take his eyes off the road. He simply tightened his grip on the steering wheel and answered calmly:“Just trust me, love.”That sentence, spoken with such conviction, silenced her for a few minutes. Even so, her heart raced. She knew Felipe well enough to know he didn’t say that lightly. If he asked for trust, it was because what was coming wouldn’t be easy.Time dragged. More than an hour later, the car finally sl