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Bianca woke up with a tingling sensation of nerves and excitement. This morning was different. For the first time, she was going to Pretty in person. The fashion house, known for its vanguard and elegance, would now be her second home.She had spent the previous night reviewing her sketches, choosing the perfect outfit—a cream-colored linen pantsuit with a vibrant blue silk top that broke the seriousness—and mentally preparing her speech to introduce herself.After leaving the children with Julia, who had arrived punctual and smiling, Bianca headed to the fashion district in a cab. As the vehicle drew closer, her heart beat harder.Pretty's building was imposing, featuring classic and modern architecture with huge windows reflecting the blue sky. Upon crossing the revolving doors, a bright and spacious lobby welcomed her, adorned with impeccably dressed mannequins and abstract artworks on the walls.She checked in at reception, and an assistant guided her to the main elevator. The rid

That afternoon, Bianca's urgency to find a delicious bite for her children drove her into an unusual rush. Without paying much attention, she bumped into a figure, and her purchases flew into the air. She looked up, ready to apologize, and her breath caught in her throat. Standing in front of her with a curious look was Steven—unmistakable, yet transformed. She hadn't seen him in years. Stubble gave him a mature air, a seriousness that only time can carve."Steven, it's you!" Bianca exclaimed, her voice barely a whisper of disbelief and astonishment. "It's been so long!"With wide eyes, he replied, "I can't believe my eyes. Bianca? Where have you been hiding all this time?" His tone was one of absolute surprise.Bianca was about to explain when her gaze landed on the woman accompanying Steven. It was evident she felt somewhat uncomfortable and confused by the scene. Steven, noticing the situation, smiled calmly."Carolina," he said, turning to his companion, "this is Bianca, a friend

After leaving Bianca asleep, Eric found himself staring at her like a fool, absorbed in her vulnerable figure. He shook his head, trying to clear the strange sensation washing over him, and got up to leave the room. Once in his own bed, he dedicated himself to reviewing the events of the day. The fact that he had saved her, interfered, helped her, and even brought her to his own apartment... it all felt alien to him. Truly, he was a stranger to himself. He knew helping someone in distress was the right thing to do, but the fact that it happened to be Bianca made it all the more bizarre. He no longer knew what was motivating him to be her protector, to do something good for her. When he finally lay down after showering and getting ready for bed, he stared up at the ceiling, pensive. Too many thoughts crossed his mind. He didn't understand how he had suddenly turned into a Good Samaritan toward her. It was far too absurd to think of the man he used to be—the one who hadn't treated he

Bianca knew she couldn't look a mess. The thought of her children, and especially Julia the babysitter looking at her with worry, forced her to choke back the tears. She composed herself, making an effort to look like everything was fine.Besides, she owed Julia an apology. The poor girl hadn't done anything wrong and had surely been worried. She hurried her pace, desperate to reach her apartment.When Julia opened the door, Bianca felt a wave of embarrassment."I'm so sorry for showing up at this hour, Julia," she began, her voice still a bit raspy. "I didn't call because some things came up, but I'm here now. Did you rest well, Julia? And where are the kids?"Julia smiled with her characteristic warmth."Don't worry, Bianca. The children always behave very well, and I was able to use the time to study. They're sleeping right now. Everything is fine."A sigh of relief escaped Bianca's lips."Yes, everything is perfectly fine. And thank you again, Julia. I'll go to my room. I assume y

She refused to take the blame. Instead, she projected all her guilt and misfortune onto the figure representing the root of her misery: Eric. If he hadn't discovered the truth, if he hadn't exposed her, none of this would have happened. In her twisted logic, Eric was the architect of her downfall, the executioner who dismantled her perfect life. It mattered little that the raw truth of her deceit and fake pregnancy was the real cause; in her mind, Eric was the trigger.Limping heavily into the bathroom, Tatiana leaned against the vanity. She looked up and met her own reflection in the mirror—a pale woman with sunken eyes and an immobilized leg. Yet beneath the physical wreck, a cold, dangerous spark lit her pupils. Her expression hardened, jaw clenched."You're going to pay for what you did to me, Eric," she whispered, her voice loaded with fanatic determination. She looked unhinged, her eyes injected with a frozen resolve promising torment. "Don't think I'll give up on myself so easi