All Chapters of I am Mrs. Ballmer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Dr. Jorge asked you to come back next week for your prenatal appointment, okay?”Helena took the papers and forced a smile, her heart pounding—not just for the baby, but for something that had been tormenting her since dawn.Edward was coming back that night.After months away in the United States, he would finally set foot on Brazilian soil, and with him... all the memories, all the secrets would return.The sun beat down on the hospital courtyard. Helena walked out slowly, one hand on her waist, the other trying to hail a taxi. But before she could, the sound of tires screeching on the asphalt made her body freeze.A black sports car stopped abruptly in front of her.A woman in a pink dress, clinging to her body as if it had been tailor-made for sin, got out of the door.Her high heels echoed on the ground—dry, threatening.“Camila! Have you gone mad?” Helena exclaimed, her heart racing.Camila smiled. A slow, poisonous smile.She crossed her arms, her sharp gaze shining with cruel

Helena didn't hesitate, holding the boy firmly and lifting him to the top of the stairs.“Come on, hero. Be brave. I'll protect you from down here.”The little boy turned around one last time, his eyes brimming with tears, and began to climb slowly, with effort, and when he reached the skylight, he disappeared into the light.Helena breathed a sigh of relief, but her relief was short-lived when a sudden dizziness made the world spin.The air grew heavy.The floor seemed to recede beneath her feet.“No...” she murmured.And then everything went dark.The sound of her body hitting the floor echoed in the warehouse, dry and sharp. The little boy stood motionless for a second—then panic took over his small face.“Auntie!” he tried to shout, but his voice came out shaky, almost a whisper.Down below, Helena's body lay on the cold concrete, and yet she opened her eyes with effort, her gaze cloudy and feverish. With her last ounce of strength, she whispered:“Go...”The skylight let in a pal

He watched her with the same attention of someone analyzing a rare work of art... or a disguised enemy.For long seconds, he studied every detail of her face, the way she breathed, the way she looked away.And then, finally, he seemed to reach a conclusion:She didn't know.She had no idea who he was.The silence between them stretched out—dense, electric.Until he spoke.His voice was deep, sharp, laden with something she couldn't quite define."What do you want?Helena blinked, confused. “What do I... want?”His gaze didn't waver.“Women don't just happen to show up passed out with my son in their arms.”His tone was cold, but underneath it there was something else...A dangerous curiosity.An interest that even he didn't seem willing to admit.Helena opened her mouth to respond, but her throat failed her.Her heart was racing.That man—with his icy gaze and overwhelming presence—seemed capable of seeing everything she was trying to hide.And for the first time in a long time, Helen

As she left the building, Helena's heart felt light for the first time in years.Everything she had endured—the humiliation, the loss, the exile—had brought her to this point.What Camila and Tania didn't know was that Helena's real goal had always been that position.She had prepared for months, studied renowned screenwriters, immersed herself in narrative techniques, and rewritten scenes until dawn.And now, even after everything, she had succeeded.While Helena celebrated the first professional triumph of her life, on the other side of town, Unimedes Hospital was plunged into pure chaos.In the luxurious VIP room, the sound of the cardiac alarm had been replaced by something even more desperate: the cry of a child.Nurses ran back and forth, not knowing what to do, and doctors tried in vain to calm little Mateo, who was cowering on the windowsill—barefoot, trembling, and with his face bathed in tears.“Mateo, dear, please... come down from there...” begged one of the nurses, her vo

That smile—natural, light, full of life—pierced Henrique Ballmer's wall of ice like a silent arrow. For a brief second, he trembled. He didn't know why. But there was something about Helena Rodrigues that defied his logic—and made him dangerously curious. Helena looked at the little cupcake next to her and smiled. “I'm especially grateful to Mateo,” she said, raising her glass. “I wouldn't have made it to the audition on time if it weren't for him. Here, dear, this toast is for you!” Mateo looked at his glass of milk, then at Helena, and finally at his father's beer glass. His little face hesitated for a second... but, with all the seriousness of a mini-adult, he raised his glass and toasted her. Then he downed his milk in one gulp. Helena burst out laughing. That five-year-old boy had just toasted as if he were drowning his sorrows in a bar.In the middle of the meal, Henrique received a call and stepped away to answer it, going out onto the balcony. As soon as the glass do