Chapter 5

Dropping her cell phone on the sofa seat and throwing her head back, Giovana could hardly believe what she will read in the newspapers. Her face was stamped on various social media profiles as the former wife of billionaire Antony. Many of them gestured a betrayal on her part.

That made Giovana’s blood boil.

It had been a week since the divorce that she had snuck into the house that Nicholas had given her and had not left for almost anything. He still felt the pain of losing Nicholas and Gina. It was like a knife stabbed in his chest, which hurt, but did not bleed. The cabinets were full of food. Xavier had delivered him a clean, organized, and stocked house for at least two months. Giovana certainly wouldn’t have much to worry about, but his peace had ended that morning.

Your reputation was at stake. In addition to the news that she was a traitor, Irma’s own testimony was still circulating on the Internet, accusing her of murdering Gina herself.

He picked up the phone again and called Xavier.

Half an hour later, the man was already there.

“I don’t know if you’re a criminal lawyer,” she widened her eyes as she frantically walked from side to side, “but you need to help me with these absurd accusations that are circulating around”.

“You need to stay calm, Giovana,” which Xavier knew would be difficult. “I’m not in the field, but I can help you. You need to talk to Antony.

“Impossible”. She shook her head, “that would solve what?

“The charges of treason may have come from Antony himself”

She blinked in surprise. Xavier seemed unsure of the accusation. It took more than a minute to digest that information.

“Why would Antony do that?”

“To maintain his reputation,” he concluded, “You said yourself that he forced her to sign the divorce. Antony knew well what he was doing”.

But Giovana didn’t seem to believe that theory much. But she remembered that Antony always made her feel like that, guilty of all the evil that happened to him.

“What madness,” she said, “what can we do about Irma’s accusation?”

“Her accusation is unfounded,” he said for sure. “your mother has no way of proving that because of you Gina died”.

“But if I were there, donating my blood to her, instead of signing my divorce, Gina would certainly be alive”.

“The time for mourning has passed, Madam Giovana", he stood up, indicating that he was ready to leave. “should not worry about these accusations. I’ll figure it out for you. Until then, get ready to tell Antony that he’s gonna have to share the company with you.

“Do I really have to do this?”

“It was Nicholas’s wish”

The problem was that Giovana was tired of always fulfilling Nicolau’s wishes, while his life passed between pain and suffering. Giovana never wanted to take over a company, let alone marry Antony, but when she remembered Nicholas and everything he freed her, she knew it would be worth it in the end. She owed her life to that man.

“I agree,” he said before Xavier left.

There was no set date for this event. Until then, Giovana had no idea what he was going to do. He feared going out into the streets and being recognized.

A week later, she began to feel ill. Severe headaches, with constant nausea, almost made her faint. Giovana was forced to leave and see what was happening outside. It was necessary to face reality or die alone and locked in that cozy house.

He took a quick shower and left. The sun was high and made Giovana’s eyes twitch as if she had never seen his glow before. He called a taxi and when he arrived at the hospital; the symptoms seemed much stronger. It was the same hospital where Gina had died and the scenes of that day mixed with the malaise, making everything much worse.

The doctor who saw her recognized her.

“I remember you on the day of poor Gina’s death,” he remarked in a melancholy tone, “and how is your mother?”

Giovana felt her lips tremble.

“For many days I have not heard from Irma,” She avoided calling her mother, because it was a title that Irma did not deserve to have. “Can you tell me if what I’m feeling is serious?”

“Serious?” he laughed. “it’s not serious. On the contrary, it’s good news”.

Giovana frowned completely, confused. What can be good about feeling about dying?

“Are you telling me it’s not as bad as I thought it would be?”

“I am meaning to say that you are not sick,” he extended to her a role, “You are pregnant”.

His mouth became dry. Giovana looked almost to the edge of tears. It was impossible for life to be so cruel to her, allowing her to become pregnant with her ex-husband. Antony’s.

“This can only be a mistake,” the words made Giovana feel a cake in her throat, “I can’t be pregnant.”

“There is no mistake, Giovana”, tilted the examination in her direction, showing the positive result, “is twelve weeks pregnant”.

Giovana was surprised again. It took some time to get back to reality and pay attention to the doctor’s instructions. Millions of things crossed her mind. She remembered when she was a teenager and swore to herself that she would never be a single mother. That she would choose the father of her children well so that none of them would go through the same thing that she had gone through with Irma? Look at the beautiful surprise of fate. Now Giovana was pregnant with a rude, selfish, and arrogant man who never had eyes for anyone but themselves. What future would your son have with a father like Antony? The anguish exploded in his chest as thoughts intensified. Giovana wished it was a nightmare, but it was real.

Moments later, she left, not sure what to do with the newest information of her life. She was confused and afraid of what the future held for her and that child.

She walked down the street, while the sun was already hiding behind the mountains, when the shrill sound of a car braked right on top of her and an arm grabbed her, taking her out of the middle of the street. Giovana’s heart bounced so wildly inside her chest that she could feel it touching her chest. Still not understanding what was happening, he heard a male voice asking.

“Are you all right?”

She raised her eyes, facing the man in front of her. She didn’t know him, but his eyes were beautiful and intense. When she realized he had saved her from being run over.

“I’m fine,” she shook her head vigorously, as if to emphasize the answer, “Thank you for saving me from yet another tragedy.”

But deep down Giovana wished that car had hit her, so it would avoid so much pain.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Giovana noticed how handsome his smile was. “I’m Matteo.

He reached out to her, with a chivalry that Giovana had not seen in a man for a long time. In recent times, all she had dealt with was Antony’s coldness.

“I’m Giovana,” she shook his hand with a smile on his face.

“I’m happy to meet you, Giovana,” another smile made Giovana see that complete accident differently.

There are no coincidences, only fate.