OliverWhen Emily and Douglas told me what had just happened to my daughter, I felt like the ground was slipping from under my feet. How can someone be so careless as to not pay attention to their own child while the nanny goes to the bathroom? Just a few minutes, for God's sake! Can't Martina take care of her own seven-year-old child for just a few minutes?It's inconceivable how Martina simply doesn't care and seems to have no love for a child who came from her own womb. Once again, I feel like the worst of creatures as I take my share of the blame in this story. When I arrived at the hospital, my chest ached from the anguish of knowing what could have happened to Eloá if other people hadn't intervened for my daughter."Where is my daughter?" I wasted no time asking.We
NicoleSeizing a moment of distraction from Oliver, I hurriedly left the waiting room. I couldn't feel at ease knowing that I might cause any trouble for him, so I chose to leave before he completely lost control and ended up arguing with Martina, something I sensed was about to happen.Martina didn't want to be near her daughter, and the biggest proof of that fact is that she preferred leaving Eloá under the care of the nanny until the moment she realized that Oliver and I would be together with our little girl. At that moment, she quickly changed her mind, probably with the sole purpose of having some alone time with her ex-husband.Even though I'm consumed by jealousy, I need to accept whatever may happen, even if it means Oliver will take Martina back, despite all she has done.
EmilyThe first person I saw when I entered the coffee shop was Thomas, and as strange as it may seem, my heart raced inside my chest, and memories of the years we spent together came back to haunt me. It was quite inconvenient to happen at this moment.For nights on end after receiving Thomas' letter informing me that he had sold our house, I cried unable to believe that the boy I loved and married had the audacity to commit such cruelty to me and, especially, to our children. But I remained strong and resisted everything that was happening, and my children were my biggest incentive to do so.Now, I'm going to face the man responsible for the worst days of my life, where I suffered not knowing what would become of my family without a roof over our heads, and I cannot forget that under any circumstances. It's a matter of ho
NicoleAs we agreed during the previous day's class, Kevin and I met in the university library in the afternoon to make the final adjustments to our college work.Kevin is a very pleasant guy, and I forgot about my problems for a few hours, laughing a lot at some of the stories he told me, all of them involving his family, which seemed to be a big and fun-loving Texan family.Kevin had come to New York in pursuit of a dream, to study journalism, and the next step is to stand out in the field and become a famous reporter. His whole family supports him, but he's alone in New York and lives in the Bronx. We found out that we're practically neighbors, which also gave us a lot to talk about concerning the current situation in that area, such as the increase in crime and how it's becoming a dangerous place to live.
OliverI could hardly believe my eyes when I left Emily's house and found Nicole in an unfamiliar car in the company of a man. Worse yet, she seemed to be enjoying herself with him, something she hasn't done with me in a long time, and that was hard to accept.She indeed noticed my presence on the sidewalk as she got out of the car with a big smile still on her face, but when she saw me, her expression completely changed, becoming tense, and her forehead furrowed in concern. She was clearly nervous now."Aren't you going to say anything?" I insisted."You're implying something completely unfounded, and I won't accept that at all," Nicole asserted, as she always does. "Kevin is just a college friend, and there's nothing more between us."Even though I fully believed what Nicole was saying, I once again realized how our relationship was negatively affecting her, draining all her vitality and joy, and that's quite unfair on my part. Maybe it's time to let go of what I feel for that girl
DouglasWhen one of the receptionists at the company informed me of my sister's presence at the Reloading building, I immediately knew I was in for some trouble. You don't need to be a genius to know that Nora would never visit me at work just because she wanted to see her brother. She had a mission.Therefore, I locked the computer and leaned back in my chair, just waiting for the triumphant entrance of my dear little sister. Despite knowing my entire family very well and disagreeing with many of the things they do, they are still my family, and despite everything, I try to maintain good relationships with all of them.“I didn't know I needed to schedule an appointment to talk to my own brother!” Nora said dramatically as she entered my office.“Did you schedu
NicoleOliver had packed a small bag with all the things Eloá might need, and the next morning, I got her ready to take her to school. When the driver arrived to pick her up, she was already prepared and quite excited because Emily was going to ride with them and drop off the twins at school too.We had all had breakfast together, Emily, me, and the kids, so we didn't touch on any compromising topics in front of the little speakers. Emily and I had talked a lot the night before about everything that was going on, including her encounter with Thomas and all that she felt when seeing the father of her children and talking to him alone, now without Melanie's presence, for example, as it happened during their first "reunion."Better not to think about that now. After that night away from Oliver, I made an important decis
DouglasI was in front of Emily's door, about to use my key to open it when a taxi parked in front of her house, piquing my curiosity. I took longer than necessary to turn the key. For some reason, I waited, eager to see who would emerge from the vehicle at that hour, even though I knew it could just be any neighbor arriving home, and the taxi driver had merely parked in the wrong spot.To my surprise, it was actually my sister-in-law, and even more astonishing, she was in the company of a guy who also got out of the car. They exchanged a few words, and then he kissed her before getting back into the car.Nicole stood still for a few seconds until it seemed like she realized the risk she was taking by standing on the sidewalk at that hour. Being in the Bronx, she was being quite irresponsible, to be honest.
Charlotte I arrived home earlier that night because one of the professors, the one who was supposed to teach the last class of the day, had to cancel due to a sudden personal issue, and there was no time for a replacement, so the whole class was dismissed at the last minute. I didn't bother calling Brian to let him know about the unexpected change, and that I would be home earlier because I was so tired that I thought it would be better to take a taxi than wait for the driver to pick me up at the university, where I was currently taking my administration course. But I found it quite strange that everything seemed so quiet, even though it was still relatively early, and considering there were three children at home who didn't usually go to bed early at all. I was genuinely fearful. I went to the spacious living room of t
Ramona felt a tightness in her heart as she watched the church where her son Douglas's wedding would take place. It was a moment of joy and celebration, but also a painful reminder of the distance between them. Even though she hadn't received an invitation to the ceremony, she decided to go and confront her own mistakes. With courage and determination in her heart, Ramona went to the church where the wedding would be held. She dressed modestly, her face marked by sadness and hope for a possible reconciliation. She arrived before the bride's entrance, taking the opportunity to approach her son. Upon seeing Douglas, nervous and anxious, Ramona felt a mixture of love and regret overflowing in her chest. She approached him, seeking a moment alone before the ceremony. "Douglas, my son, may I speak with you for a
OliverIt was one of those gala nights in New York City, where high society gathered to celebrate, socialize, and, of course, show off. Nicole and I found ourselves at yet another one of these grand events, and she looked absolutely stunning that night.On that evening, Nicole shone like never before. Her elegant and sophisticated black dress accentuated her graceful figure, while her hair cascaded in perfectly arranged waves around her shoulders. Her confidence was soaring, and I could see it in her demeanor, her smile, in every graceful gesture she made.We were surrounded by familiar and unfamiliar faces, all dressed in expensive attire and watchful eyes. I couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky to be by Nicole's side. She had come a long way since we first met, and the confidence she exuded that night was a testament t
OliverAfter putting Eloá to bed, I sat down next to Nicole, eager to hear what she had to say. It was a moment of honesty and confession, and I was determined to listen to every word attentively.Nicole sighed and looked deeply into my eyes. I could see the sincerity in her gaze, mixed with a hint of regret.“Oliver, I know I've made a lot of mistakes and was very immature when I ended our relationship. I acted impulsively, letting my fears and insecurities get the best of me. I deeply regret hurting you and throwing away something so special that we had.”I held your hands, conveying support and encouragement. I wanted her to know that I was willing to listen to her and give our love a chance."Nicole, I understa
DouglasEmily and Charlotte awaited us in the apartment, but after all the emotions of the reunion between them and Nicole, as well as the immense happiness we all felt seeing them safe, it was clear that Eloá and Nicole needed rest. The doctors had attended to them at the cabin, but they were undoubtedly worn out and tired."I think it's best to leave you all alone," Charlotte said, exactly what I was thinking. "In fact, we all need some rest after everything that's happened in the past few days.""You're right, my love," Brian gazed at his wife with remarkable devotion. "Let's head back to our homes.""I suggest a dinner at my place to celebrate life," Emily suggested, and I believe my expression matched Brian's when I looked at my fiancée. "What do you think?"
NicoleAt the moment one of the men hired by Martina pushed me abruptly into an isolated and unknown cabin, where it was clear that I would have no access to any help, terror overcame me. However, I maintained a facade of calm, avoiding causing panic in my young daughter. I gripped Eloá's hand firmly, and we were roughly led through some dimly lit rooms until we stood in front of a closed door. At that moment, several terrifying scenarios flooded my mind."Go in," the man ordered, opening the door and pointing to the interior of the room. Fear grew, and I felt my body tremble. Although the thought of inquiring about Martina's whereabouts and appealing to reason, given that Eloá was her daughter, crossed my mind, I chose not to. Once again, I was determined not to reveal the concern I felt to my daughter."Nicole, I'm scared," Eloá murmured as she hugged me tightly. Her body was trembling, or perhaps it was my own tremor affecting me, but I tried to calm her, even though I didn't know
OliverBrian rushed into the room. He had returned to his apartment with Charlotte, as we had decided to take turns during the night, which had been too long for me. I had only managed to get two hours of sleep, exhausted from worry."What happened?" Douglas was the first to ask. Douglas had also managed to get some sleep, and now, it was almost six in the morning, and we were all on alert once again."The location indicated by Charlotte's phone led the police team to an abandoned house a few kilometers north of New York," he said with clear frustration."I admit I was expecting something like this," I said with a sense of discouragement. "Martina is doing well in keeping her hideout hidden from us."I resumed pacing back and forth in the room, feeling helpless."Can I speak to you privately, Oliver?"I found Brian's request strange, but I followed him out of my apartment."The investigator believes there are cameras in your apartment," Brian revealed. "Martina isn't that clever, and
OliverAs I anxiously awaited any clue that could lead me to Eloá and Nicole, the feeling of helplessness in the face of the situation was overwhelming. I needed to act quickly and find my daughter and my wife before something very bad happened.I'm sitting on the couch now, restless, while my friends Brian and Douglas try to calm me down. They understand my distress and are doing everything they can to help. In the meantime, I'm constantly looking at my phone, waiting for any news about Eloá.The hired private investigators are working hard to find clues about the whereabouts of Nicole and Eloá. They are investigating possible locations where Martina might be hiding and reaching out to people who might have relevant information.The police are also involved
OliverI returned from the bedroom feeling more confident and calmer. The sheriff wasn't around anymore, but Brian assured me he would stay in touch about any updates in the case. That didn't make me feel at ease, of course. I won't be able to feel that until my daughter is with me. However, I can think more rationally now. Arguing with the police won't get us anywhere."Charlotte?" I asked, noticing that she wasn't among them anymore."She had to go back home," Brian explained. "The babies still need a lot of her attention. But I'll keep her informed."While Brian took charge of staying in constant contact with the police and private investigators, Douglas was scouring the internet for any information that could help us find Martina.Even with the certainty that the police were also committed to the case, I knew I couldn't rely solely on the authorities. Martina had proven to be cunning in the past, and I feared she would be capable of doing anything to harm me and hurt my daughter.