Anton
I watched as Pietra walked briskly toward the taxi, her legs moving with the urgency of someone eager to escape an uncomfortable situation. She climbed into the vehicle almost in a single motion, offering only a quick wave before the car drove away.
I sighed, still sensing traces of her presence in the air—a blend of perfume and mystery that left me intrigued. Pietra was an enigma I desperately wanted to solve, yet she maintained a barrier that felt impenetrable.
Still, the dinner that evening was a small victory for me. I managed to glean a few valuable details about her life, fragments of a puzzle starting to take shape in my mind.
I learned why Pietra hadn’t been able to continue her studies in London and about the weight of the respons
PietraI huffed in frustration as I ended the call with Anton. He always acts like the most important person on the planet. Just because he has no responsibilities, he assumes no one else does either. My thoughts were a whirlwind as I tried to focus on my work at the diner, but the anger distracted me every second. "Is everything okay at home, Pietra?" Grandma Maria’s gentle, concerned voice pulled me back to reality. "Is there a problem at home?" She always seemed to sense when something was bothering me. "Everything’s fine, Grandma Maria. My siblings are doing well," I replied, trying to ma
AntonDinner at my grandparents' house was better than I could have imagined. The tension in Pietra was palpable, but she carried herself with a dignity that only increased my admiration for her. My family also surprised me. Even my grandfather behaved courteously, without the usual pressure he often exerted on new acquaintances. That was a good sign. Leonel Baumann rarely had positive opinions about people he had just met.When dinner ended, I found myself in the car with Pietra beside me."Can I drive you home?" I asked, trying to sound casual.Pietra shook her head, her expression firm."No, thank you, Anton. I'd rather take a taxi.""Are you sure? It's late, and
RebeccaIt had been six consecutive nights that Aaron had come to my apartment, and I felt fulfilled and whole. The moments we spent together were precious, and I cherished them to the fullest. But deep down, I was trying to keep both feet on the ground. I knew Aaron had been coming to see me repeatedly for one reason: I was in my fertile period, and he needed to ensure that an heir would be "produced" during our passionate moments.I was young and, until recently, inexperienced when it came to sex, but I wasn't that naive. With easy access to information on the internet, I perfectly understood Eric's intention when he took me for some tests after my encounters with Aaron had not resulted in a pregnancy. Aaron wanted to make sure he wasn't wasting his time with me.Despite this, I had decided to take e
RebeccaAfter finishing dinner, Aaron stood up and, with a gentle gesture, helped me to do the same. "Thank you for dinner, Rebecca," he said with a sincere smile. "It was nothing, just some homemade food," I replied, once again trying to downplay the situation. "It was the best homemade food I’ve ever had," he stated, and before I could protest, he kissed me softly on the lips. Without warning, Aaron scooped me into his arms, making me squeal in surprise. He laughed at my reaction as he carried me toward the bedroom. "What are you doing?" I asked, laughing. "Now that we’re properly fed, I want to watch a movie with you," he said casually. "A movie?" I repeated, surprised.We had never done anything like that together. "What movie?" "I overheard my secretary talking about one with the office boy, and it got me curious," he explained. I felt excited at the idea of sharing a simple, intimate moment with Aaron, something I could treasure when we were no longer together. Once we re
PietraI had spent the entire week accompanying Andressa to specialist appointments and medical exams. I couldn’t work because I was taking care of Andressa, and Grandma Maria had to find someone to replace me at the diner since I was completely consumed by the situation. My sister’s surgery was scheduled for Monday, and the tension of waiting loomed over us like a heavy cloud.Anton hadn’t contacted me again since I declined his invitation to meet on Sunday. It stayed on my mind constantly. I couldn’t understand what was going through his head. Anton had paid a high price for his time with me, but he wasn’t acting the way I expected him to. Not that I was complaining—I wasn’t in any rush to fulfill my part of the deal—but his silence was strange.As the days went by without any news from Anton, a certain sadness and discouragement started to set in. I didn’t want to admit it, but I couldn’t help wondering why he disappeared. Maybe he had found another distraction, something more enjo
PietraI walked angrily toward Anton, who was leaning against the car with his phone in hand and a look that clearly indicated he’d been drinking. The situation irritated me deeply. “Are you insane? What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to keep my voice low to avoid drawing attention. “I needed to see you, Pietra. I had to know how you’re doing,” he said, stepping toward me, his movements slow and slightly uncoordinated.I glanced around, worried about curious eyes that might appear at any moment.
AaronI woke with a surprisingly good sense of relaxation. Opening my eyes, I saw Rebecca sleeping soundly in my arms. Her breathing was calm, serene. Not wanting to wake her, I stayed still for a few minutes, simply admiring her beauty. She felt like my girl—that’s how I thought of her. Mine. Only mine.But my rational side quickly scolded me. What am I still doing here? I had spent the night at Rebecca’s apartment, something entirely against my better judgment. I had one goal for being there, and I fulfilled that purpose with great effort. Too much effort, a betraying voice in my head reminded me.Again, reason intervened. None of that matters anymore. I did what needed to be done, and now it was time to get up and return to my normal routine.Carefully, I tried to remove
PaollaI woke up feeling a little disoriented that morning. I reached for my phone under my pillow and realized it was already past noon. Worrying about what Aaron might be doing alone on a Saturday started to gnaw at me, especially since I’d overslept. However, when I checked my phone, I saw a text message from Aaron saying he had gone to visit his grandparents. I sighed in relief.I remembered the night before with Eric. We had been taking full advantage of Aaron’s nightly absences to execute our plan at Rebecca’s apartment, and every night, Eric and I would relax at my house—specifically in the bed I shared with Aaron. However, last night, Eric suggested we do something different, maybe go out and enjoy a night together at a discreet club. It was an idea I appreciated and immediately agreed to.
AaronI left the hospital feeling as if I were in a daze, unable to process what had just happened. Rebecca’s words still echoed in my mind—her cold determination to push me away… and Eric, with that almost satisfied smile, reinforcing everything I wanted to ignore.I got into the car, trying to calm my thoughts, but my hands trembled on the steering wheel. São Paulo’s traffic was slow, as always, but my mind was a storm of emotions. I passed through a series of red lights, barely registering where I was. Suddenly, I felt an impact and realized I had crashed into the back of the car in front of me.The driver quickly got out of his car, his face full of fury. He was already approaching, shouting something I could barely hear. My anger and frustration were so overwhelming that, instead of calming down, ever
AaronAt my words, I saw a subtle change in Rebecca’s face. Her eyes brightened, and she gave a soft smile, a shy but genuine gesture. It was as if a new life appeared in her expression, bringing a lightness that had seemed impossible just minutes before.“I didn’t expect you to show up here, Aaron,” she said, her voice soft and filled with emotion. “But I’m glad you’re here... I was so scared of losing our baby.”Her words hit me like a wave, filling me with a feeling I could barely describe. I took her hand, bringing it to my lips and placing a light kiss on it as if that was the only way to apologize for failing her.“Rebecca... I’m sorry for being such a huge idiot,” I whispered, the weight of everything I had done falling
AaronWhen I arrived at the hospital, I was trying to stay calm, but my heart was racing. I knew Rebecca was there, and I needed to see her. After finding out where she was admitted, I hurried in the direction indicated. But as I approached her room, a nurse intercepted me, blocking the entrance with a professional smile.“I’m sorry, sir, but the patient already has a companion. You’ll need permission to enter.”I took a deep breath, trying to process the information. I knew Eric was with her, but hearing that he was already by her side while I was stuck outside only made my anger grow. I could feel my blood boiling at the thought of him there, next to Rebecca, as if he were in control of everything.But I needed to keep
RebeccaThe nurse came into the room to let me know that my companion had arrived, and after saying goodbye to Anneliese and Pietra, I waited for Eric with a sense of unease. Lying in the hospital bed, trying to stay calm, I heard the door swing open abruptly. Eric walked in, and immediately, I felt a wave of tension. His face was filled with frustration, his eyes locked on me as if he were waiting for an explanation I didn’t know I owed. My heart raced, and my body stiffened automatically at the sight of his harsh expression.He didn’t waste any time.“How do you know Anneliese?” he asked, his voice laced with a harshness I hadn’t expected.I frowned, surprised by the question. The tension in the air was palpable,
AaronI got out of the car feeling a growing sense of gloom that was becoming harder to hide. I walked through the hall without really paying attention to the details around me — the artwork on the walls, the luxurious furniture, the muffled sound of footsteps echoing on the marble. It didn’t matter. Today, like so many other days, my mind was somewhere else.I needed a distraction. My brothers were gathered in the leisure area near the pool, playing pool. Axel and Anton were overly competitive, and it always ended in laughter or heated arguments. I thought watching their game might help me push the chaotic thoughts about Rebecca out of my head — at least for a while.But as I approached the pool table, I sensed something different in the air. The v
PietraAndressa was finally home, recovering remarkably well. That’s how the doctors described her progress every time we went for her appointments. Every time I heard those words, it felt like a massive weight was lifted off my shoulders. I was so happy, so relieved, that it was hard to put into words.However, I couldn’t deny the important role Anton played in this story. He had been by my side through all the turbulence, and now, we were dating—or at least, that’s how Anton insisted on putting it every chance he got. And me? Well, I was simply going with the flow.That’s how I ended up in a hospital, accompanying a stranger. I was with Anneliese after we’d gone to the mall to look for a gift for Paolla, Anneliese’s sister-in-law, because of her pregnancy. Everything seemed normal until we enco
RebeccaWhen I regained consciousness, the white ceiling and cold lights of the mall were the first things I saw. My head throbbed lightly, but I was beginning to piece together what had happened. The two women I’d encountered earlier—Pietra and Anneliese—were by my side, their faces etched with genuine concern. My thoughts were still scrambled, but I could hear them.“She’s waking up,” Anneliese said, relief evident in her voice as she leaned closer to get a better look at me.“I’m already calling an ambulance,” Pietra informed, her phone in hand, her posture steady and commanding. There was something about her presence that radiated control as if she were used to managing crises.I tried to sit up, but my legs felt shaky, so I let myself relax back onto the cold floor. The sensation of weakness was unnerving, and my heart was racing. I wasn’t used to feeling so vulnerable. Anneliese crouched beside me, her expression kind, as she gently placed a hand on my shoulder.“Are you okay? I
RebeccaI stared at her for a few seconds, trying to process what was happening. It felt surreal. First, because I barely recognized myself in my own body, and now I was being approached by two strangers who seemed to live lives far lighter and more carefree than mine. The woman, Anneliese, seemed genuinely friendly, which put me slightly at ease.“Oh, sure,” I replied, still a bit surprised. “I can try to help.”Anneliese stepped closer, holding a small light blue onesie with embroidered white details in her hands. She held it up for me to see.“What do you think of this?” she asked, her eyes shining with anticipation. “We’re picking something out for my nephew, but we’re not entirely sure. Does it seem comfortable?”I studied the onesie for a moment, running the fabric between my fingers. It was soft—a good choice for a baby. But the simple act of being here, invited to weigh in on something so intimate, filled me with a bittersweet sense of irony. I was pregnant myself, yet my role
RebeccaThe loneliness in São Paulo was crushing. I had no one—no family, no friends. Just the emptiness of the apartment and the silence. After ending things with Aaron, he respected my decision and disappeared, just as I had asked. I knew it was the right thing to do, that I couldn’t stay trapped in that toxic cycle, but living with this choice was far harder than I’d imagined.I had come to São Paulo full of dreams. I wanted to be an artist, to follow the path that had inspired me since I was a child. But now, I couldn’t even paint. My paints sat untouched, and my brushes were abandoned in the corner of the makeshift studio. Sure, I could blame the nausea that had taken over in the past week, but the truth was my mind was far from settled.Aaron wasn’t part of my life anymore, and I was carrying a baby I didn’t know how to handle.In moments when the anguish felt unbearable, I tried reaching out to my mom. I didn’t want to completely sever ties with them, but my last attempt made m