All Chapters of Conflict Of Hearts: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

My name is Rebeca, but everyone calls me Beck. At 26, I learned to be two people—two versions of myself that coexist in the same body: the dedicated doctor and the ruthless, cold woman who feels nothing. I came from a humble family. My father, Carlos, battled alcoholism and drugs—a fight my mother, Elisabeth, never gave up on. She was a woman of striking beauty and immense heart, admired by everyone. She did the impossible to keep our family together. But their fights were constant—a cycle of shouting and pain that I couldn’t stop watching, and that ended up affecting me deeply. I also had a brother whose greatest pleasure was always an easy life and having fun. He followed the same path as my father and, at 18, dove into the world of drugs. I watched my mother, consumed by the sadness of slowly losing the people she loved. Everything changed on a night I will never forget. I was in my room when I heard the front door being broken down. I ran into the hallway and heard screams. H

My name is Rebeca, but everyone calls me Beck. At 26, I learned to be two people—two versions of myself that coexist in the same body: the dedicated doctor and the ruthless, cold woman who feels nothing. I came from a humble family. My father, Carlos, battled alcoholism and drugs—a fight my mother, Elisabeth, never gave up on. She was a woman of striking beauty and immense heart, admired by everyone. She did the impossible to keep our family together. But their fights were constant—a cycle of shouting and pain that I couldn’t stop watching, and that ended up affecting me deeply. I also had a brother whose greatest pleasure was always an easy life and having fun. He followed the same path as my father and, at 18, dove into the world of drugs. I watched my mother, consumed by the sadness of slowly losing the people she loved. Everything changed on a night I will never forget. I was in my room when I heard the front door being broken down. I ran into the hallway and heard screams. H

My name is Rebeca, but everyone calls me Beck. At 26, I learned to be two people—two versions of myself that coexist in the same body: the dedicated doctor and the ruthless, cold woman who feels nothing. I came from a humble family. My father, Carlos, battled alcoholism and drugs—a fight my mother, Elisabeth, never gave up on. She was a woman of striking beauty and immense heart, admired by everyone. She did the impossible to keep our family together. But their fights were constant—a cycle of shouting and pain that I couldn’t stop watching, and that ended up affecting me deeply. I also had a brother whose greatest pleasure was always an easy life and having fun. He followed the same path as my father and, at 18, dove into the world of drugs. I watched my mother, consumed by the sadness of slowly losing the people she loved. Everything changed on a night I will never forget. I was in my room when I heard the front door being broken down. I ran into the hallway and heard screams. H

Beck had thought a lot before talking to Theo. She knew that, no matter how delicate she tried to be, the little one would still have difficulty understanding the separation. As she opened the door, she found him in the living room, distracted, playing with Spake.—Son, can we talk?—Of course, Mom.She sits on the sofa, and he, with his sweet and innocent manner, approaches her.—I want you to know that we love you very much, Theo. She tries to find the right words. You’ve noticed that your dad and I aren’t living together anymore, haven’t you?—Dad said you’re both busy with work, but that doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.Beck sighs, trying to stay calm.—Son, your dad and I are no longer together.Theo looks at her without understanding, his eyes beginning to fill with tears.—What do you mean, Mom?Beck holds his hands firmly.—We got divorced, sweetheart. She carefully shows him the document, trying not to scare him. This is our divorce.—No, Mom! You can’t separate! You l

Beck wakes up with a sense of disorientation. The room around her is familiar, but the emptiness in her chest is overwhelming. When she tries to move, a physical pain stops her, and her mind immediately goes to the baby she lost. She looks around and sees Dylan beside her, still asleep. Panic rises in her chest, and as she realizes the absence of life inside her, tears begin to flow uncontrollably.—And my baby...?Dylan wakes up to the sound of her voice, and his sad gaze soon reaches her. He knows what she’s afraid to hear, but there’s no more hiding.—Unfortunately, you had a miscarriage...Beck feels as if the world has turned upside down. Dylan’s words cut like a sharp blade. She starts crying, her entire body shaking with pain and confusion. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want to lose her child. Despair takes over her being.—I... I didn’t want this to happen... I didn’t want to lose my baby...She curls up in her own arms, trying to comfort herself, but it’s impossible. The e