Karen
Upon opening my eyes in an unfamiliar setting, confusion immediately settled into my mind. I tried to move, but I noticed the presence of a strange arm around me. A shiver ran down my spine; after all, the vivid memory is that I no longer have a fiancé. So whose arm could it be?
Moving cautiously, the evident presence of someone behind me revealed itself, warm breath blowing on my neck, which I only noticed at that moment. With caution, I managed to turn around and came face to face with the man who was embracing me. The memory of the moments at the bar flooded back all at once. The man sharing the bed with me was Othon, a handsome and kind man I met when he helped me out of an uncomfortable situation with a drunkard at the bar.
As I sighed, frustration overcame me as I realized I had spent the night in bed with a stranger. The fact that I now knew his name didn't change the reality that I met him yesterday and now I'm sharing a bed with him. I surveyed the hotel room Othon had brought me to, reflecting on the previous night. At the bar, everyone was lively, forming a fun group with my friends and Othon's friends. However, when it was time to leave, I didn't hesitate to accept his invitation to go to the hotel.
That night, all I was seeking was fun, an escape from my fiancé's betrayal, and the opportunity to fully enjoy the moments in Fernando de Noronha. Now, with the effect of the alcohol wearing off, I question whether I made the right decision, despite the wonderful moments I had with Othon. The sex was amazing, but the reality that unfolds now makes me question the sanity of my choices.
I glance at the bedside table and find my phone on it. I check the time on the device and realize it's still very early, not even five in the morning. I'm unsure whether I should leave anyway or wait for the day to break when I feel movement behind me. It seems Othon has awakened, considering the volume forming against my hip. He hugs me tighter, confirming my suspicion. I'm completely taken aback by the intimate gesture. I've never slept with a stranger. The only man in my life was Max; I was completely inexperienced in the art of casual relationships.
Othon greets me with a kiss on the neck, and the warmth of his breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine. He comments, in a relaxed tone:
“It's still very early. How about we enjoy a little more time in bed?”
I glance at my phone, confirm the time, and respond:
“I won't be able to sleep anymore.”
Then, with a suggestive smile, Othon suggests:
“I wasn't talking about sleeping. We can do something more interesting.”
I feel his body getting closer to mine, and his presence becomes even more palpable. I would like to show resistance, to be strong in the face of temptation, but my body seems to have other plans. I end up turning to him, finding his eyes full of desire, when he surprises me with an obscenely sensual kiss. The touch of his lips against mine is irresistible, and any trace of resistance I could have disappears in the intensity of the moment.
I completely surrender to the intense pleasure, and after another powerful climax, I feel the relaxing sensation envelop me, leading me to fall asleep again. Upon awakening, I realize I am alone in the room, which leaves me intrigued. Silence dominates the environment, and I assume Othon must be in the bathroom of the luxurious suite. I'm not sure how to act until I search for my phone again and find a handwritten note just below the device.
As I picked up the note, signed by Othon, I read the message informing me that there was an emergency and he had to leave, but he would be back soon. Othon's cellphone number is also written on the note, leaving a pleasant sensation in me. The gesture of leaving a personal message, even in my absence, brings an unexpected comfort, and I can't help but smile at the thought of Othon's care.
The smile completely fades from my face when, completely unexpectedly, a woman exuding wealth and luxury enters the suite abruptly, causing me to cover myself as best as possible. The woman is also startled to see me, and we both exchange shocked looks.
"Who are you?" We both speak at the same time.
I get up from the bed wrapped in the sheet, feeling terrible about the invasion of my privacy.
"What are you doing here?" I rephrase the question.
"I could ask you the same thing!" the woman replies, visibly shocked.
I refused to explain anything to her, after all, she unacceptably entered the suite.
"You must leave now, as the suite is occupied and you shouldn't have entered here this way," I argue, trying to keep calm.
The woman insists:
"I'm not leaving until you give me an explanation. Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"It's none of your business. Leave now!" I order, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the situation.
"I have every right to be here, girl. My fiancé is staying in this suite."
That catches me completely off guard, and I wonder if she's talking about Othon. With a firm expression, she confirms that yes, she is engaged to Othon, the man who is staying in that suite.
I can't believe such misfortune and try to recall something Othon and I talked about before I agreed to come with him to the hotel. The memory of his response to my question about whether he was single or not is quite clear, and I repeat it to the intruder.
"You must be mistaken. Othon assured me that there was no one waiting for him in São Paulo," I respond, perplexed, trying to understand the confusion unfolding before me.
"Did you sleep together? Is that what you're saying?"
"I'm sorry, but yes, we spent the night together," I confirm, feeling guilty about the situation, "But I could never have imagined that he was lying about being single."
I feel awful about the situation, apologize to the woman, and, in a humiliating manner, pick up my carefully placed clothes on a chair, something that could only have been done by Othon, and ask for permission to go to the bathroom.
I dress and try to fix my appearance before returning to the room. I find the woman sitting in the armchair, legs crossed and an expression of pure hatred on her face, which is understandable. I went through something similar just a few days ago, and I know very well how much it hurts to be betrayed in this way.
Upon seeing me emerge from the bathroom, the woman rises from her seat and approaches me with an expression of extreme sadness.
"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself," she says with a trembling voice, "I'm Larissa, Othon's fiancée."
Larissa holds Othon's note in her hands and looks at me with tears in her eyes. I feel like a horrible person for causing all that pain to another woman, especially when I would never do something like this if I had the slightest suspicion about the truthfulness of Othon's words. I believed him wholeheartedly.
"I know I might seem like a complete idiot, but I want to ask you a huge favor..."
I am curious about Othon's fiancée's declaration, but I tell her to go ahead.
"I don't want you to contact my fiancé," she surprised me by saying.
"I have no intention of doing that, believe me."
Larissa doesn't seem satisfied and insists:
"I beg you not to. I'm pregnant with Othon's child, we're going to have a baby together, and I love him too much to simply let him go at this important moment in our shared history."
That makes everything even more cruel for me; I feel like a stone has been placed on my chest. What a big scoundrel!
"I promise you I will never contact Othon, that big liar."
"Thank you!"
Larissa thanks me and surprises me with a tight hug, seeming very grateful for it. She should know that it's the least I can do in the face of my own mistake in once again believing in a man.
KarenI looked at Camila with a mix of emotions. Horror and happiness mingled within me as I absorbed the news, and I was soon rewarded with a strong, tight hug."You're going to be a mom, Karen!" my friend said softly, the emotion evident in her words."Yes..." It was all I could say. "I'm going to be a mother."That word sounds so beautiful, but at that moment, it left me scared.The magnitude of the word, "mother," resonated deeply within me. It's a role that carries immense responsibility, the gift of giving life and caring for another human being. The awe of the new reality began to blend with joy.I couldn't understand how this could have happened. Othon and I used protection every time we had sex that night, but when my cycle was weeks late, I did not doubt taking a pregnancy test. Everything was happening in my life at that moment, and a pregnancy would only crown all those changes.I wondered if I would be ready for this if I would be able to offer everything my future child
Five Years LaterOthon ArraesI gaze out the window of my new house, lost in thought. I reflect on the twists and turns, or rather, the absence of them in the last six years of my life. A sense of stagnation seems to have set in, as if time had decided to freeze just as Karen, that name echoing in my mind, vanished without a trace.Accepting the position of director at Curitiba's largest hospital was, in a way, a desperate attempt to introduce some significant change into my existence. I feel tired, not only physically, but also from this relentless search for the mysterious woman who has become the protagonist of my most vivid memories.That night in Fernando de Noronha was a turning point. The feeling of having nothing more than a name to pursue is suffocating. Every corner of Curitiba seems to carry the expectation of finding her. But how do you search for someone when all you have is an intense memory and a name tossed to the wind? I sigh deeply, aware that the answers I seek are
KarenArriving home after an exhausting twenty-four-hour shift, exhaustion settles into every fiber of my being. What I desire most, in fact, is simply to rest. But, as is customary when I return home, consciousness sets in: I have a six-year-old son who longs for my attention after so many hours apart.With a strength bordering on superhuman, after taking a shower to wake up and a hot bowl of soup, I muster enough energy to collapse onto the living room carpet, a silent invitation for Otávio's playtime. His eyes shine with anticipation, and even in the face of my exhaustion, I search within myself for the energy needed to share that moment with him.The outlines of a puzzle spread out before us, and I, barely able to keep my eyes open, try to focus on the task at hand. Little Otávio, with his boundless energy, seems not to grasp the extent of my exhaustion. He shows me piece by piece, and with a forced smile, I dive into the activity, offering what little patience and attention I hav
OthonThe workday at the hospital was exhausting, and when I finally got home, the last thing on my mind was walking my dog. The reason was simple: I was about to receive guests. My friends were coming to see my new house, and I thought the least I could do was prepare dinner for all of us. For this reason, I had to resist Bart's insistent appeals that early evening.Colin and Noah, however, surprised me by arriving earlier than I expected. Faced with this unexpected anticipation and Bart's incessant barking, I made a quick decision: someone had to give in and take the dog for a walk. It wouldn't be me, not that night.— Noah, my friend, I think you've won the "honor" of taking Bart for a walk today. He's practically begging.Noah laughed, accepting the challenge, and I could see Bart jumping for joy at the prospect of finally going for a walk outside. As they moved away, I dove into the task of preparing something for dinner. Colin joined me, and soon we were sipping on some drinks w
KarenWhen I arrived home that evening, I was met with the hilarious sight of Camila still in front of my house, engrossed with Otávio. A spontaneous laugh escaped me, unable to believe that Camila had actually come to my house with the sole purpose of meeting the new neighbor. Our laughter echoed through the quiet neighborhood as we entered the house.My mother, always helpful, took responsibility for looking after Otávio, allowing Camila and me to head to my room. I disguised my curiosity but secretly longed to know how Camila's encounter with the new neighbor went. As I took a shower, Camila settled on the edge of the tub, remaining silent, just watching me attentively with a playful smile on her face."Tell me already, Camila! I'm dying to know how the meeting with the new neighbor went," I pleaded, trying to focus on washing my hair while eagerly awaiting her response.Camila laughed at my impatience, still sporting a mischievous smile."Well, actually, I didn't have the privileg
OthonThe routine of a hospital the size of Central Hospital always holds unwelcome surprises, but today is particularly hectic. I wouldn't be surprised if another challenge presented itself at any moment.As I try to quell the chaotic situations around me, my secretary interrupts my thoughts with information that initially bewilders me. Miss Buarque is waiting for the interview that, for some reason, I agreed to conduct this morning. A quick wave of self-criticism hits me, questioning why on earth I agreed to interview the daughter of my kind neighbors on such a chaotic day.The Buárques, Mr. Átila, and Mrs. Margareth are those people who radiate warmth. Since I moved into the house next to theirs, encountering them at the end of the day has become a kind of routine in my daily life. Additionally, I cannot ignore the sweet feeling that little Otávio's presence captivates in my heart. His complaints about how much his mother works and how little time she spends at home always tug at m
KarenI walk briskly through the bustling corridors, deliberately ignoring Othon's repeated calls. Anger boils inside me, blaming fate for putting us face to face so unpleasantly. In the distance, I spot the open elevator cabin, a momentary opportunity to escape him. I didn't want to talk; there were no words to be exchanged. I would prefer to spend the rest of my life without facing that liar's face again.I entered the elevator hastily, desperately trying to close the doors before Othon could get any closer. My aversion to any interaction with him was evident, but luck was not on my side. I wasn't fortunate enough to escape forever from the treacherous fate that brought us together. Othon, in an arrogant manner, held the elevator doors and entered the cabin against my will, provoking a snort of anger from me.
OthonI remain stagnant and incredulous.After years of trying, I finally encounter her again, but she simply doesn't recognize me. Karen leaves, and I stay there, unable to react. Various conflicting emotions hit me as I stand near the hospital reception, where I hold the position of director. Some people pass by me, looking at me curiously. I don't care that they must be wondering what I'm doing standing in the middle of that corridor. It's as if my feet are rooted to the ground, and I can't fully process what just happened.Still holding the phone after the abrupt end of the call with Colin, I notice the device vibrating again. I answer automatically and find Colin on the other end of the line."Is everything okay? I noticed something happened, but I did