Helena felt a knot form in her stomach as she left the children in the room and returned to the living room, where Marcelo and Regina awaited her with worried expressions. She tried to smile to reassure them, but the pallor of her face betrayed her true agitation. Regina wasted no time in questioning her.“What happened, Helena?” she asked, her voice laden with concern. “Are you okay?”Helena took a deep breath, trying to remain calm under the growing pressure. “It was just a fainting spell,” she replied, forcing a smile. “I'll grab something to eat in the kitchen, maybe it'll help.”As she walked away toward the kitchen, Helena felt Marcelo's eyes on her. He followed her quietly, knowing that something else was bothering his sister.“You're terrible at lying, Helena,” Marcelo said when they were alone in the kitchen, his voice serious.Helena filled a glass with water, trying to ignore Marcelo's accusation. “Why do you say that?” she replied, avoiding his gaze.Marcelo approached, hi
Upon hearing this, Bruno was visibly surprised. His eyes widened, and his expression reflected disbelief. He turned to Helena, seeking confirmation.“ São Paulo?” he murmured, unable to conceal his surprise.Helena nodded, maintaining a steady gaze.“Yes, Bruno. It's the best for me and the children,” she replied, her voice firm and resolute.Bruno, visibly bewildered, poured out his words urgently.“Helena, why didn't you mention anything about moving with the children to São Paulo?” he questioned, his voice laden with perplexity and hurt.Helena met Bruno's gaze and responded calmly, though her voice carried a slight tone of hurt.“Just as you also failed to inform me about several things,” she retorted, her determination evident in her words.She had no intention of engaging in a confrontation at that moment, but she was determined to assert her position.The judge, observing the exchange between the former couple, decided to intervene. He turned his attention to Bruno's lawyer, se
Meanwhile, Bruno stood outside the courthouse, watching Helena's car slowly drive away. It was a scene he imagined would be easy to witness, after all, they were now going their separate ways. However, his heart seemed to be lodged in his throat, beating erratically as if it might stop at any moment.As he contemplated following after Helena, a middle-aged man approached him. It was Carlos Madeira, the private investigator Bruno had hired. Bruno looked up at him, curious about his presence.“The woman who just left was Helena?” he asked directly.Bruno met Carlos Madeira's eyes, his thoughts momentarily diverted from Helena to the matter at hand.“Yes, it was her,” he replied, his voice sounding harsher than intended.Carlos Madeira nodded briefly before extending an envelope toward Bruno.“As requested, here are some details about the possible whereabouts of the gypsy,” he explained, his tone professional.Bruno looked at the envelope for a moment, hesitant. Carlos Madeira's words ec
The apartment in São Paulo, where Helena and her children temporarily resided, was a cramped space that now accommodated the whole family. Helena struggled to maintain the family routine even in the face of the abrupt changes that had occurred in their lives.On that hectic morning, Helena was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when the children appeared, each with their own concerns and questions. Isabel, the oldest, observed her mother with curiosity, noticing her more formal appearance.“Why are you so dressed up, Mom?” she asked, her voice filled with interest.Helena smiled at Isabel as she set the plates on the table.“I have a hearing at the courthouse early this morning,” she explained, “but before that, I need to drop you off at school.”Antônio entered the kitchen, still sleepy, yawning as he approached the table.“I don't want to go to school today,” he complained, his voice muffled by sleep.Emanoel followed Antônio, expressing his own reluctance.“The people at school are
Helena found herself in a café near the courthouse, enjoying a moment of relaxation with her friend Lucia. As they sipped their coffee, Helena observed Lucia, a figure who represented everything she could have been if she hadn't followed her heart and gone after Bruno. Lucia was impeccably dressed, wearing designer clothes and exuding an aura of power that Helena couldn't help but secretly envy.Lucia observed Helena with a playful expression, teasing her with her words.“If you keep looking at me like that, I might start to think you find me attractive,” she joked, eliciting a smile from Helena.Helena responded lightly, not letting herself be affected by Lucia's teasing.“Actually, I'm just happy to see you doing so well,” she confessed, appreciating the relaxed moment.Lucia returned Helena's smile, acknowledging the sincerity in her words.“You look amazing too, you know?” she complimented, showing her appreciation for her friend.Helena appreciated Lucia's gesture, but couldn't h
Carlos Madeira's office, a renowned private investigator, was a space where secrets were revealed and mysteries unraveled. On that day, Carlos was immersed in yet another report from one of his cases when the door of his office was abruptly pushed open by Bruno Matos, who tried to dodge the attempts of Carlos's secretary to stop him.Carlos looked up from the document on his desk, surprised by Bruno's sudden entrance.“What's going on here?” he inquired, casting a bewildered look at the secretary and Bruno.The secretary exchanged a worried glance with Carlos before responding.“Mr. Matos didn't want to wait, sir,” she explained, indicating Bruno's impulsive behavior.Bruno, with a frustrated look on his face, tossed a dossier onto Carlos's desk, expressing his irritation.“Once again, your investigation has led nowhere,” he accused, his voice laden with disappointment.Carlos briefly pondered the situation before giving an order to his secretary.“Please, wait outside,” he instructed
“What are you doing here?” Regina questioned, her voice sharp with suspicion.Bruno stared at Regina, his expression showing no signs of weakness.“I came to visit my children, as agreed upon in the divorce proceedings.”Regina pressed her lips together, clearly displeased with the surprise.“You should have given advance notice. That's not how things work.”Bruno crossed his arms over his chest, defending his position.“No specific visitation day was determined in the proceedings. Besides, I live in another state.”Regina huffed, clearly unsatisfied with the explanation.“Even so, that's not proper etiquette,” she retorted.Helena intervened, her voice firm as she addressed the two.“At least he came to see the children, even after months,” she said, shooting a disapproving look at Bruno.Bruno looked at Helena, his eyes meeting hers in a brief moment of understanding.“I had my reasons,” he murmured, his voice softening slightly.Helena looked away, refusing to engage in a deeper ar
Ibirapuera Park seemed tranquil and serene, contrasting with the palpable tension between Helena and Bruno as they sat side by side on a bench. The setting sun on the horizon created a golden aura around them, but the conversation that ensued was far from warm. Helena closed her notebook with a sigh, looking directly at Bruno.“I'm all ears,” she replied, her expression serious.Bruno met Helena's eyes, trying to convey sincerity.“I know I've been absent for all these months, but I'd like to maintain a visitation schedule with the kids. At least once every 15 days, with the weekend for me,” he explained, hoping Helena would consider his proposal.Helena fixed her gaze on Bruno, pondering his words.“The kids won't be traveling with you to Mato Grosso, if that's what you're suggesting,” she said firmly, showing her determination to protect her children.“I know you wouldn't allow that,” Bruno nodded, waiting for Helena's reaction, “but I'd like to know if I could at least travel with