"Today I can see that your eyes show me the way and your mouth tells me how to walk it. With our hands entwined, I know I can go on without fear. If I need to, I'll get down on my knees, proving my love, I have several appeals followed by a flower. I know that the only place I feel comfortable is in your arms, where I know I belong."-The love they described.The cup of cold coffee took on a new meaning, representing the moments shared around that hot drink, the deep conversations and the looks that spoke more than words. The man raised his cup as if to toast her memory, letting out a heavy sigh.The rain outside intensified, as if the sky shared the man's sadness, and the drops beat against the window like silent tears of nature, a symbiosis of pain between the man and the world around him. The clock on the wall continued to tick, but the man felt that, somehow, time had frozen in that space where past and present were intertwined

"She's weak when it comes to these things, she has trouble with this abandonment thing. Even if she's the one who deserts the relationship."-Gabito Nunes.Kath had indeed made a will and, even though the assets officially belonged to Kath Beauvoir, as the false identity was authorized by the courts, the document was valid as if it belonged to Miss Gleizer, who was also the true owner of Red Rave, the real estate and everything else. Harry wasn't excited about looking after the company, but he promised himself he'd be back the following week, as he couldn't ignore one of the last wishes of the woman he'd love all his life.Faced with mixed emotions, Harry decided to honor Kath's wish. He immersed himself in his work, finding a sense of purpose in continuing the legacy she started at a young age, he knew that the company was her, and every strategic decision, every challenge overcome in the company, became a way of keeping Kath's memory alive.As he n

Timothy Westwing was hiding in a hotel after his pursuit of Kath when he heard on one of the most important TV news programs in the United States that the girl had been using the surname Beauvoir for the last few years and had built up a huge empire before dying that night, along with her brother, who had adopted the false name of Darren Krigsman, in a very serious car accident. He felt outraged that he had been fooled for so long and angrily threw a bottle of whisky at the cabinet where the device was, because she had outsmarted him and managed to stay out of the media, even though she was a huge, wealthy businesswoman. How? How had she managed to fool him so boldly? Her name was always in the media, but he had been naïve and managed to be fooled and led astray so easily, it wasn't right, it wasn't possible.The news of her death was even convincing, because she was reported to be going home from the police station in a police car, after having filed a

The company that had once been full of life now seemed bleak and empty. Harry, still dealing with the pain of loss, made a surprising decision: to return to work at Kath's company.By taking a more active role in management, Harry was determined to honor Kath's legacy and keep alive the vision they both shared for the company. He immersed himself in the responsibilities, finding a way to channel his pain into hard work and dedication.As the days went by, Harry discovered aspects of the company he hadn't known about. He immersed himself in the projects that Kath had started, finding notes and ideas that she planned to implement.In doing so, Harry felt a deeper connection with his beloved, almost as if she were guiding him in some way.Mike didn't visit Harry that afternoon, as he had planned, and let the boy suffer for a while longer, unaware that Kath and Darren were alive and well. When Windson returned to work and officially presented himself as the new major

Harry and Kath's reunion was marked by intense emotions, a mixture of joy, relief and love. Harry held the woman he thought he had lost with special care, as if he feared she might slip out of his arms at any moment."My love!" He spoke, pulling away to look at her face, caressing every bit of it, as if to make sure it was real. Like him, she was much thinner, haggard and with dark circles under her eyes that her make-up couldn't completely disguise, but she was still beautiful, illuminated by the late afternoon sun."I'm sorry for the pain I put you through." She begged, wetting his fingers with tears."You don't have to apologize for anything, Kath. I'm just glad to have you back," Harry whispered, as he hugged her tightly. His words were a balm to Kath's heart, and she felt grateful to have such a true love by her side.The intertwining of fingers and the tears that marked Kath's face were silent witnesses to the suffering they had both endured