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Betrayed

KarenFatigue enveloped me completely after long hours on duty at the hospital. The smell of clean corridors, permeated by the antiseptic odor, became suffocating. My head throbbed, and a growing sense of malaise began to overwhelm me. Ignoring the signs wasn't an option, so finally, I succumbed to weakness and sought help in the same place where I used to offer it: the hospital.The doctor, solemn and thoughtful, explained the stress overload and the need for immediate rest. I understood the gravity of the situation, but my mind insisted on focusing on another concern. Max, my fiancé, wasn't answering my calls. Where could he be? Why wasn't he answering just when I needed him the most?I decided to go straight to Max's apartment, ignoring the advice to rest, longing for the comforting embrace of my fiancé. Upon arriving at the apartment and turning the key in the lock, the scene before my eyes was confusing. Clothes scattered on the floor, and a heavy silence hung in the air, despite

Necessary Change

KarenI had no idea how long I had been sprawled on the couch, still wearing the same clothes I had worn to leave the hospital and go to Max's apartment, something that seemed to have happened centuries ago. The pain of betrayal cuts deeper than I could imagine. The tears had dried up, but I still hadn't fully processed the scene in that damned traitor's living room.At that moment, the annoying sound of the doorbell began to echo through the apartment. Initially, I ignored it, hoping that the person on the other side would understand that I wasn't willing to receive visitors. However, the insistence only grew, and the doorbell continued to ring, tirelessly. I glanced at the clock on the wall, hoping that time had passed faster than I realized, but each second seemed like an eternity.With no notification from the front desk about visitors, I finally realized it could only be one person: Camila, my best friend and apartment neighbor. The thought of facing someone in the sorry state I

First Encounter

OthonThe night is progressing, and how much I've already drunk is a mystery to me. I'm in a state of relaxation that only vacations can provide. I still maintain enough sobriety to admire the natural beauty before me. And when I talk about natural beauty, I'm not exactly thinking about nature itself. I make this observation to my friends, who laugh in response."The problem is you only keep looking, Othon," Colin complains."And I don't understand why. Are you saving yourself for the love of your life?" The question comes from Noah, who grimaces just at the mention of the word "love.""Maybe…" I give the same answer as always.The atmosphere is quite lively on another day of vacation in Fernando de Noronha. Colin, Noah, and I are making the most of this paradise of sun and sea. We're completely different, but from the moment we met, we became inseparable friends, always choosing the same destination for our vacations.I continue sipping my drink calmly when I notice the entrance of a

Deceiver

KarenUpon opening my eyes in an unfamiliar setting, confusion immediately settled into my mind. I tried to move, but I noticed the presence of a strange arm around me. A shiver ran down my spine; after all, the vivid memory is that I no longer have a fiancé. So whose arm could it be?Moving cautiously, the evident presence of someone behind me revealed itself, warm breath blowing on my neck, which I only noticed at that moment. With caution, I managed to turn around and came face to face with the man who was embracing me. The memory of the moments at the bar flooded back all at once. The man sharing the bed with me was Othon, a handsome and kind man I met when he helped me out of an uncomfortable situation with a drunkard at the bar.As I sighed, frustration overcame me as I realized I had spent the night in bed with a stranger. The fact that I now knew his name didn't change the reality that I met him yesterday and now I'm sharing a bed with him. I surveyed the hotel room Othon had

Pregnant?

KarenI looked at Camila with a mix of emotions. Horror and happiness mingled within me as I absorbed the news, and I was soon rewarded with a strong, tight hug."You're going to be a mom, Karen!" my friend said softly, the emotion evident in her words."Yes..." It was all I could say. "I'm going to be a mother."That word sounds so beautiful, but at that moment, it left me scared.The magnitude of the word, "mother," resonated deeply within me. It's a role that carries immense responsibility, the gift of giving life and caring for another human being. The awe of the new reality began to blend with joy.I couldn't understand how this could have happened. Othon and I used protection every time we had sex that night, but when my cycle was weeks late, I did not doubt taking a pregnancy test. Everything was happening in my life at that moment, and a pregnancy would only crown all those changes.I wondered if I would be ready for this if I would be able to offer everything my future child

A New Attempt

Five Years LaterOthon ArraesI gaze out the window of my new house, lost in thought. I reflect on the twists and turns, or rather, the absence of them in the last six years of my life. A sense of stagnation seems to have set in, as if time had decided to freeze just as Karen, that name echoing in my mind, vanished without a trace.Accepting the position of director at Curitiba's largest hospital was, in a way, a desperate attempt to introduce some significant change into my existence. I feel tired, not only physically, but also from this relentless search for the mysterious woman who has become the protagonist of my most vivid memories.That night in Fernando de Noronha was a turning point. The feeling of having nothing more than a name to pursue is suffocating. Every corner of Curitiba seems to carry the expectation of finding her. But how do you search for someone when all you have is an intense memory and a name tossed to the wind? I sigh deeply, aware that the answers I seek are

New Neighbor

KarenArriving home after an exhausting twenty-four-hour shift, exhaustion settles into every fiber of my being. What I desire most, in fact, is simply to rest. But, as is customary when I return home, consciousness sets in: I have a six-year-old son who longs for my attention after so many hours apart.With a strength bordering on superhuman, after taking a shower to wake up and a hot bowl of soup, I muster enough energy to collapse onto the living room carpet, a silent invitation for Otávio's playtime. His eyes shine with anticipation, and even in the face of my exhaustion, I search within myself for the energy needed to share that moment with him.The outlines of a puzzle spread out before us, and I, barely able to keep my eyes open, try to focus on the task at hand. Little Otávio, with his boundless energy, seems not to grasp the extent of my exhaustion. He shows me piece by piece, and with a forced smile, I dive into the activity, offering what little patience and attention I hav

An Optimist?

OthonThe workday at the hospital was exhausting, and when I finally got home, the last thing on my mind was walking my dog. The reason was simple: I was about to receive guests. My friends were coming to see my new house, and I thought the least I could do was prepare dinner for all of us. For this reason, I had to resist Bart's insistent appeals that early evening.Colin and Noah, however, surprised me by arriving earlier than I expected. Faced with this unexpected anticipation and Bart's incessant barking, I made a quick decision: someone had to give in and take the dog for a walk. It wouldn't be me, not that night.— Noah, my friend, I think you've won the "honor" of taking Bart for a walk today. He's practically begging.Noah laughed, accepting the challenge, and I could see Bart jumping for joy at the prospect of finally going for a walk outside. As they moved away, I dove into the task of preparing something for dinner. Colin joined me, and soon we were sipping on some drinks w

Feeling

KarenWhen I arrived home that evening, I was met with the hilarious sight of Camila still in front of my house, engrossed with Otávio. A spontaneous laugh escaped me, unable to believe that Camila had actually come to my house with the sole purpose of meeting the new neighbor. Our laughter echoed through the quiet neighborhood as we entered the house.My mother, always helpful, took responsibility for looking after Otávio, allowing Camila and me to head to my room. I disguised my curiosity but secretly longed to know how Camila's encounter with the new neighbor went. As I took a shower, Camila settled on the edge of the tub, remaining silent, just watching me attentively with a playful smile on her face."Tell me already, Camila! I'm dying to know how the meeting with the new neighbor went," I pleaded, trying to focus on washing my hair while eagerly awaiting her response.Camila laughed at my impatience, still sporting a mischievous smile."Well, actually, I didn't have the privileg

The Encounter

OthonThe routine of a hospital the size of Central Hospital always holds unwelcome surprises, but today is particularly hectic. I wouldn't be surprised if another challenge presented itself at any moment.As I try to quell the chaotic situations around me, my secretary interrupts my thoughts with information that initially bewilders me. Miss Buarque is waiting for the interview that, for some reason, I agreed to conduct this morning. A quick wave of self-criticism hits me, questioning why on earth I agreed to interview the daughter of my kind neighbors on such a chaotic day.The Buárques, Mr. Átila, and Mrs. Margareth are those people who radiate warmth. Since I moved into the house next to theirs, encountering them at the end of the day has become a kind of routine in my daily life. Additionally, I cannot ignore the sweet feeling that little Otávio's presence captivates in my heart. His complaints about how much his mother works and how little time she spends at home always tug at m

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