Alex stood still for a moment, staring at Ísis, a briefcase in one hand and a shopping bag in the other. She slowly rose from the couch. They looked at each other without saying a word, as though the silence between them carried everything they had left unsaid.Alex stepped inside, closed the door, and walked toward her.“I called you so many times…” Ísis said, her voice thick with emotion. “But you didn’t answer. You’ve never come home this late since we started dating.” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “Where were you, love?”Alex reached up and brushed the tears away with his thumb. Then he gently caressed her cheek, lingering there as though he could soothe her with his touch alone.Ísis closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the tenderness in the gesture.“I was with Liam,” he replied quietly.She opened her eyes, concern filling them.“Why didn’t you answer me? I kept thinking something had happened to you…”Alex moved closer as though he were going to kiss her, but instead, he tu

Laura quietly stepped into Edgar’s office at the hospital. He was standing with his back to her, staring through the glass window, his phone pressed to his ear. The rigidity in his posture betrayed his tension.“Alex…” Edgar’s voice was low and controlled, but heavy with emotion. “It’s been a week since I’ve been able to talk to my daughter. I went to the school twice, at the times I’d arranged with Marcela. The first time, she didn’t send Luna to school. The second, she picked her up early.”Laura slowly approached him and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. Edgar turned his head slightly, recognizing her touch, then pulled her closer and held her tightly for a second before giving her a quick kiss without interrupting the call.“She won’t answer my calls,” Edgar continued, turning his attention back to the phone. “And then she sent that message I forwarded to you. Everything’s on WhatsApp.”On the other end of the line, Alex responded in a firm, technical voice, clearly s

Peter frowned, his voice heavy with self-pity.“I regretted marrying her…” he said, as though that alone should absolve him of everything. “Let’s have our life back. Leave that man,” he insisted, his voice low. “I’ll raise your son as if he were my own.”The words hung in the air, sickening in their absurdity.He actually believed them.He believed he still had some kind of right to her. That he still had a choice. That somehow, he was still an option.“Leave my husband? You regret it?” She smiled. “Bianca is exactly the right person for you,” she replied firmly. “A woman who agrees to be someone’s mistress doesn’t stay for love. She stays for the thrill of doing something wrong. For the rush of the forbidden.” She took a deep breath. “But that fades. It always does.”She took a step back and adjusted the bag on her shoulder.“And when it does, she’ll do to you exactly what you did to me. She’ll trade you in. She’ll put another man in your bed. Because people like you don’t build anyt

Olívia could barely respond. His name slipped from her lips in the faintest whisper, filled with disbelief amid the chaos still raging inside her.Suddenly, the world began to spin.Her vision darkened at the edges, and the sounds of the street grew distant and muffled, as though she were sinking underwater.Her legs gave out.“Olívia!” André caught her just before she hit the ground.Her body went completely limp in his arms, drained of all strength. Tears were still streaming down her face when her eyes closed.“Olívia, breathe… what happened?” he murmured, alarmed.Without a second thought, André lifted her into his arms. A few people stopped to watch, but he offered no explanation. He hurried toward his car parked nearby.He carefully opened the back door and laid Olívia across the back seat. She was unconscious, her body limp, her breathing uneven. André gently fastened the seat belt around her and lightly touched her face, trying to bring her around.“What are you doing out here

André left the room. Olívia followed him with her eyes for a few more seconds, until the door closed behind him.Only then did Liam speak, without raising his voice.“Your husband is still here.”Olívia turned her eyes back to him.“I didn’t know he was in Dallas… much less that I’d run into him on the street,” she said sincerely. “You don’t need to be jealous. Please… don’t go cold on me.”Liam took a deep breath. He slowly ran a hand over his face, as though he needed to collect himself before speaking.“I won’t deny that I was furious when I found out he was here.” He shook his head. “But I’m even angrier with myself.” His voice dropped, heavy with guilt. “Because I failed you. I wasn’t there when you needed help. I didn’t protect you… and because of that, I put our son’s life at risk. I put your life at risk.”He stood and sat on the edge of the bed. He carefully took her hands in his, as though they were something fragile, lifted them to his lips, and kissed them one by one befor