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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
Lena had been worried sick about how Tarzan’s family would receive her.She had imagined countless scenarios, most of them ending in awkward silences, disapproving glances, and uncomfortable questions about their relationship. She had prepared herself for the possibility that they might not approve of her simply because she was older than Tarzan.But nothing could have prepared her for what actually happened.It wasn’t merely better than she had expected. It was beyond anything she had ever imagined.From the oldest member of the family to the youngest, Lena was welcomed with an abundance of love, warmth, and affection that left her struggling to comprehend how she had been so fortunate. Nobody made her feel like an outsider. Instead, they embraced her as though she had always belonged to them—as though she hadn’t just arrived in Brazil, but had finally found her way home.Her experiences with Mitch’s family had left wounds she rarely spoke about, wounds that had quietly taught her to
This is embarrassing."Babe, I can walk!""I know.""Then why are you carrying me?""Because I want to."I stared at the side of his face.The audacity of him to just carry me like some trophy to show his family. What am I ever going to do with him?"Tarzan, I'm heavy!"He finally looked down at me, his eyebrows lifting as though I had just said the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.My heart gave an embarrassing little flip. I need to try again."You can't just carry me in front of your entire family!""Why not?""Because—"I stopped."Because it's embarrassing," I muttered.Tarzan pressed a quick kiss to my forehead with a grin."Relax, baby. I've got you."And just like that, my heart betrayed me all over again. I finally gave up and buried my face against his shoulder.By the time we reached his family, my heart was racing so wildly. I refused to open my eyes. There was no way I was going to look up and discover an entire family staring at me.And this would be their first i
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
I met Mitch fifteen years ago at a coffee shop. I was sixteen, working as a store assistant and trying to look like I had my life together. I still remember what I wore that day. A faded white sundress scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Sandals laced around my ankles. Mitch was standing in
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







