Aaron
The impact of the guard’s words left me completely stunned. I stood frozen for a few seconds, trying to process a revelation that felt too surreal to be true. Eric. Paolla’s lover was Eric.
My anger surged like an uncontrollable wave. I stood up abruptly, my chair scraping the floor with a harsh sound.
“Is that really what I just heard?” I asked, my voice louder than usual. “Eric? My best friend?”
The guard, Luiz, lowered his gaze, clearly uncomfortable with my outburst. But it was Ettore who spoke, his voice steady and controlled.
“That’s right, Aaron. That’s what he revealed, and the evidence I collected confirms it.”
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AxelI was lost. Ettore’s revelation still echoed in my head—distant yet deafening: I was the father of Kimberly’s child.My child.Mine.The weight of that statement crushed me. My thoughts were scrambled, disconnected. How was this possible?Kimberly… the woman who confused me, who challenged me, who looked like Priscila yet was so different.How was I supposed to live with this?How could I just accept this reality without questioning it?I turned to Ettore, repeating the question I had already asked countless times."Are you sure about this?" My voice came out harsher than I intended.He looked at me like I was a complete idiot and sighed, clearly out of patience."Axel, this is very easy to prove. I've already checked all the information. The emails she sent trying to contact you, the pregnancy timeline, everything matches perfectly."He stood up, adjusted his jacket, and gave me an impassive look."But if you want to keep denying reality, be my guest. Just don’t take too long, b
AxelIt had been a week since I contacted Ettore, entrusting him with the task of uncovering everything about Kimberly. His silence was making me restless. It wasn’t like him to take this long without even checking in. Something wasn’t adding up.I wanted to go to her, to find out for myself, but Fred stopped me.“You won’t be welcomed there, Axel,” he said, as if I needed reminding.Kimberly had been clear. She wanted distance from me, and as much as every part of me screamed to ignore that, I was trying to respect her wishes. For now. But the waiting was eating me alive.My performance in training had been terrible, and I knew I couldn’t afford mistakes. I was on a new team, earning millions of euros to deliver results, yet my mind was stuck on an unfinished story.I paced back and forth in my office, tension tightening every muscle in my body. Damn it, Ettore, what the hell is going on?Fred walked into the room, and he didn’t need to say a word for me to know he had noticed my fru
RebeccaThat day’s class was wonderful. I always felt rejuvenated whenever we worked on the practical part, but this particular one had been different. Even with the tension from the previous day still lingering in my mind, something inside me felt more at peace. Maybe it was the reflection of the night Aaron and I shared. After everything he had been through, seeing him leave for work with a calmer demeanor was a relief.I was leaving the classroom when someone started walking beside me."Rebecca, do you have plans after class?" asked Lilian, one of my classmates.It was surprising how much she had been getting closer to me in the past few weeks. Always shy, but extremely kind, she seemed to have found some comfort in our conversations. The invitation for tea
PaollaWalking through the halls of Baumann, I kept my head held high and my posture perfect, as I always did. But inside, my fury was boiling. Aaron, that ungrateful bastard, treated me like I was nothing.As I turned a corner, I was met with the imposing figure of Leonel walking toward me. He gave me that analytical look I loathed so much, but then his expression softened as he approached.“Paolla, how are you?” he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern that almost made me roll my eyes.Poor Leonel. Always so confident that he can control everyone and everything.I seized the opportunity like the seasoned actress I was. I embraced him, resting my face on his shoulder, pretending to be on the v
AaronThe moment I left the clinic, anger still surging through me, I grabbed my phone and called Rebecca. I needed to see her—as if she could anchor me, keep me from spinning out. She picked up after several rings, her voice sweet and curious. “Aaron? Is everything okay?” “Yes… I mean, no.” I ran a hand over my face, trying to organize my thoughts. “Can you meet me outside your school?” There was
AaronThe impact of the guard’s words left me completely stunned. I stood frozen for a few seconds, trying to process a revelation that felt too surreal to be true. Eric. Paolla’s lover was Eric.My anger surged like an uncontrollable wave. I stood up abruptly, my chair scraping the floor with a harsh sound.“Is that really what I just heard?” I asked, my voice louder than usual. “Eric? My best friend?”The guard, Luiz, lowered his gaze, clearly uncomfortable with my outburst. But it was Ettore who spoke, his voice steady and controlled.“That’s right, Aaron. That’s what he revealed, and the evidence I collected confirms it.”I r