Days later, Rúbia became Mr. Bruce's wife and, because he was the mayor, consequently, she became the first lady, as she would not like to be called and made that very clear. Furthermore, they formed the richest and most powerful couple of their entire generation. Even richer than their own parents separately. Not to mention that the union of the two became an icon of beauty in the city, where they were compared to movie stars or love stories.The press did not miss any details about this couple, creating an expectation that rich and beautiful children would come from this magnificent union. All the glamor resulted in dozens of interviews, this is because they didn't accept all the proposals, if they did there could have been hundreds. It shouldn't have been, but it was a real leap for a two-way relationship in the city's history involving a relationship decision culminating in marriage.Few or almost no one knew that both were in a hurry, but according to individual needs and objecti
Complains Rúbia, at the end of another intense day at city hall alongside her husband Bruce, who normally goes there and sits most of the time, reading a book. “You don't even remotely have what this role requires to make things work, Bruce. Do you notice that people come here to talk about their problems and end up looking at me?”“I'm here for you, you are the protagonist of the story of my life. I’m the supporting character and everything and everyone is just extras and scenery!” Romanticize him.“My father always told me that human beings have a tendency towards imbalance” mentions Rúbia in a critical tone “how foolish I was, and I believe the people before me were too, to believe that you would be able to handle such a responsibility!” She concludes, completely upset, speaking loudly.As she packs a pile of documents to take home, she looks at her husband with contempt when she realizes that another day is ending and he is carefree, sucking on a lollipop with a romance book in ha
The couple's relationship and intimate life were the topics that were most talked about behind the scenes everywhere. And like everything in life, it started based on facts and ended with speculation, which generated other speculation.The rule of charge in the Romantic city has always been that when a young man or woman is born, they are expected to grow up a little and what seems like an infinite scale begins:“Do you already have a dating prospect?” After confirmation: “Are you already dating?” After completion:“Have you already arranged the engagement?” Once started:“Do you already have a date for the wedding?” After married:“Is there a baby coming?” After birth:“Do you already have plans for the next one?” ....This applies to everyone, but the lives of the rich are much more mysterious and interesting and, therefore, more exciting.The employees of the Reid mansion are seen by those outside the family as if they were informants or reporters with news and details about the co
The current behavior of a human being often has to do with what the past made him consume. ”Hortência thought, every time she noticed the emptiness in Rúbia's eyes.From a young age, Rúbia began to act more with her reason than with her heart. However, there was a reason for this attitude. Few stopped to think about him, moreover, he was there, deeply rooted in her, as if manipulating her thoughts and suffocating the qualities and expressions of her heart. And, in this war, it was clear that feelings were slowly losing ground.Losing three loves in a single day is similar to looking at yourself and suddenly realizing that you are missing limbs. That young girl, just seventeen years old, had lost the mobility of all emotions and gained the worst loneliness. What life could give her, from that day on, would be nothing more than prosthetics.Days after the tragedy, upon noticing that the teenager was behaving as if nothing had happened, the family's trusted housekeeper took her to a psyc
The wife was about to become the mother of her first child, which would be enough for her. But the mayor's wish was that this was just the first in a series. During a massage session, in one of the saunas of one of the beautiful Rúbia's favorite hotels, one of her friends asks:“How are you feeling, darling, with this beautiful baby in your womb?”“I feel as if I have just acquired an off-plan project and that I will only be able to get rid of it in about twenty years.” Rúbia responds, showing concern.The friend automatically changes her face, as she is shocked by the way that mother looks at her own baby.“Just kidding...” says Rúbia, realizing that it wasn’t funny and adds “it took me by surprise and it hasn’t sunk in yet, the only feeling I have is that I’ve gained a few kilos in a short period of time.”“You guys never talked about this?” Questions her friend, showing surprise.“Things happened very quickly” he responds, being simplistic.“It should have been a matter between the
One morning, Rúbia was surprised by her own son, who seems to have touched her heart. She herself was surprised by the emotion she felt when she noticed the child moving, in her own womb, in response to the caresses she made instinctively. It was something different, a feeling that came from the inside out.For the first time, after everything she had been through, she began to feel a love unlike any she had ever experienced. Very intense and unique. Providing that beautiful mother with a deep desire to protect herself, because of what was inside her. Giving her a personal reason to live and a chance to feel happiness in life. Later, when she was alone with her housekeeper and confidant, having a snack in the kitchen, as usual, in the early hours of the morning, she said:“Before this,” he comments, stroking his own belly, “I had never felt anything so intense. Now, it's as if I communicate with him and it's as if he came to transform me..." confesses Rúbia, moved and adds "your words
Days, months and years later...The joy and euphoria gradually faded. Pregnancy after pregnancy, miscarriage after miscarriage. The will, gradually, seemed to be overcome by reality.Each sad experience added extra pain to her heart, making it calloused after the apparent scarring.On uncertain days, during sunset, it was common for everyone to witness a tall, Caucasian, bearded man with long, disheveled hair sitting on one of the benches in the beautiful garden inside the family cemetery.In front of him and around him are the pompous epitaphs of all members of his wife's family and one who shares his surname. One of them still has a girl's name, Brenda, and the three most recent ones just have dates of when they were declared dead in the womb and nothing more.In addition to the setting, similar to a paradise, full of life, the tombs conveyed an inanimate, lifeless void. The same pallor and lack of expression was on the face of the man who was present before what was left of the lar
Weeks later...“Each human being is nothing more than the result of the equation involving joys and sadness...” the old housekeeper thinks to herself as she hears that beautiful woman lament once again:“I can't escape myself, this is my structure, this is my being... reality hits me...When I look from my terrace, as soon as I wake up in the morning, I see some peasant women, with a simple life, walking hand in hand with their respective husbands and accompanied by one or more sons and daughters...I can see in their behavior that they chose them because they love them and the children are the fruits of this relationship. As I discreetly watch them from behind the curtains of my castle-like place.I start to question myself why I was born and the choices I made. What is the value of my position and appearance, envied by everyone around me?By the irony of chance... a natural part of life... which is reproduction, am I incapable or, perhaps, unworthy of having?” It reflects the unhapp