On-jo

Cassandra Moreau, 42 ans, est une femme d’affaires influente à la tête d’un empire financier. Froide, distante et crainte, elle ne laisse personne s’approcher d’elle. Dix ans après la mort mystérieuse de son mari, elle vit dans un luxe glacial, sans jamais ressentir autre chose que l’ambition et le contrôle. Joaquin "Jo" Alvarez, 24 ans, est un jeune homme issu d’un quartier modeste. Travaillant comme jardinier et homme à tout faire dans la résidence de Cassandra, il mène une vie difficile pour soutenir sa famille. Il est en couple avec Sofia, son amour d’enfance, mais cette relation est instable à cause de leur précarité. Lorsque Jo entre dans la vie de Cassandra, il réveille en elle des émotions qu’elle croyait mortes. Mais leur relation naissante sera mise à l’épreuve par la jalousie, les secrets du passé, les trahisons et les différences de monde. Cassandra sera-t-elle capable d’aimer à nouveau ? Jo pourra-t-il faire face à la pression et aux manipulations de son entourage ?

When I was six months pregnant, I was visiting the hospital when I saw my husband with his childhood friend, who had recently returned to the country. I was left holding my own prenatal checkup report, watching as they celebrated their soon-to-be born child. Still, Kelly Wallace appeared worried and even sounded guilty. "Quentin, you didn't have to come with me—I'm fine alone. If Jolin finds out, she'll definitely have a fight with you. She's pregnant too… it'll affect her mood and the baby." Quentin Smith was confidently nonchalant. "No, she won't—she always obeys me and loves me too much. If she does argue, I'll just divorce her!" My heat broke, tears of misery rushing down my cheek. But it was true. I loved him so much that I couldn't even bear to argue with him and always obeyed him. Even so, that didn't mean I was going to maintain this sham of a marriage after learning about his deceit. Since he didn't want me and our child, then I could raise my baby alone. Wiping away my tears, I called a number I hadn't called for five years. "Dad, can I come home?" "Oh, Jo! You finally called. Of course you're always welcomed home!" Hanging up, I booked a ticket for a flight to Switzerland that was due to depart a week later. I'd be out of his hair, so why was he losing his mind when he couldn't find me?