LOGIN"The doll is cute."Lena chuckled. "Her name is Bella," Isabella corrected immediately, looking rather offended on her doll's behalf. Lena gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't know. Bella is so cute just like you.""Thank you." Isabella blushed and hugged Bella closer to her chest.Across the table, one of Tarzan's cousins shook his head in disbelief. "Who would believe this is the same man everyone knows as Silver Adams? The Ice Prince himself?" His uncle chuckled. "And you should have seen him when he was younger. He was never this patient with anyone." "That's because nobody was as cute as Isabella," Tarzan replied without the slightest hesitation. Isabella immediately beamed and leaned against his arm, clearly pleased with his answer. "Tarzan, can I have some juice?" "Of course." "Can I have the orange one?" "Of course." "Can I have two?" "Of course." Antonia slowly lowered her fork. "Are you going to say no to anything she asks for?" Tarzan paused as thou
"Don't worry, sweetheart," Monica said, patting Lena's shoulder reassuringly. "We'll try not to embarrass you too much." Lena stared at her. "That's not reassuring at all." Monica burst into laughter. --- The dining room erupted with excitement as the food arrived. A long, beautifully arranged table stood in the center of the room, laden with an assortment of traditional Brazilian dishes. The delicious aroma of freshly prepared food filled the air, mingling with the cheerful chatter of family members who could barely contain their excitement. It was the kind of atmosphere that made one's stomach growl even without seeing the food. And it was nothing like the formal dinners Lena had experienced with the Ricardos and Rosa's family. Here, there were no stiff conversations or awkward moments. Nobody seemed concerned about maintaining a perfect image. Everyone talked at once, it was chaotic and so different. Someone was laughing at one end of the table while another p
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“I’m sorry,” Lena whispered to Monica softly, pretending she hadn’t just sworn at Andre in her mind.The older woman reached over and briefly touched her arm. “Don’t be, sweetheart. It’s all right.”She drew in a breath, then smiled faintly. “Oh, I remember asking my sister what she thought of you once.”Lena’s head lifted immediately. “Really?”“Of course!” The woman’s smile widened. “She told me you were a lovely girl. She said that after what you had done for her son, she would be more than happy if the two of you met again someday.”Lena’s heart skipped. For a moment, she couldn’t speak. The knowledge that Tarzan’s mother had thought kindly of her—even years before their reunion—touched a place deep inside her.“But she had her worries, too.”Lena’s smile faltered. “Worries?”“Yes. She knew you were older than Tarzan, and she was afraid you might break his heart if the two of you ever met again. She worried you might have moved on with your life… that you might have found someone
“Oh…” Lena murmured quietly, warmth spreading across her cheeks.Monica smiled. “She said he wouldn’t stop talking about you. He was so young, but he was already making plans for his future with you, and he wouldn’t let anyone tell him otherwise.”The aunt chuckled and continued. “When his family had to move away from the town, he cried so hard that he fell sick. His parents promised him that he would see you again. I think they even said something about him getting to marry you someday, just to comfort his little heart. However, the last time they visited, he reported his own parents to his grandmother because they hadn’t kept their promise after two years. He was only nine!”Lena tried not to laugh.“He was such a strong-willed kid. Even as a child, he apparently possessed the determination of a man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. And somehow, against all odds, he grew up and found his way back to you. When I was told you were the same girl… that was really mind-blo
Later that evening, while the celebration continued in the other rooms, Lena found herself wandering toward the kitchen. She had noticed that Tarzan’s aunt, Monica, had been missing from the party for quite some time. The woman had been so welcoming since their arrival, and Lena had barely had the chance to speak with her properly. Curiosity, combined with a genuine desire to help, finally drew her toward the kitchen doorway. Inside, Monica was busy arranging the last of the food. Lena leaned against the doorframe and peered inside. “Hello. Can I help?” The woman turned so quickly she nearly dropped the serving spoon in her hand. “Oh, no, no!” she exclaimed, waving Lena away. “You’re our guest! You shouldn’t be in here, Lena.” Lena smiled. “I know, but you’ve been so busy. I haven’t seen you at the party for a while, and I thought I could keep you company.” The older woman’s expression softened immediately. “That’s very sweet of you, darling, but everything is almost ready
You will never truly understand heartbreak until it comes from the same man who once adored you—who protected you, who loved you without hesitation. “What’s the number?” My husband’s voice came from the doorway. I flinched and looked up. That’s how sad my life had become—the usual routine of ste
The message I sent to my husband Mitch was left unanswered. Just like the ones I sent days ago… weeks ago. He had stopped replying to my texts. I scrolled through the one-sided conversation, my heart tightening at how pathetic it looked. Suddenly, a message popped up. Hoping it was his reply, I
MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match we’d lost 3-1 with bottles on the table in front of me. I cracked open another one, trying to flush down the frustration inside my chest. My childhood friend Jake walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, and rai
I forced myself up and walked back into the bedroom Mitch and I had shared for three years of our marriage. I hadn’t slept in that bed for over two years now. Not since I left it. Every morning, he used to wake me up to complain about my snoring. I apologized. Then… I started staying awake







