At six in the morning, my alarm went off. I was very sleepy, but it was the last day I had left in the city, and I had to make the most of it. I did everything necessary to get ready, taking two and a half hours. At ten, I left to get the magazine and make sure that nothing bad was happening.— Are you the one in the photo, Lisa? Congratulations — said the young man who was selling at the store, and who already knew my name because I came to buy magazines every day.— It's because I won an award — I clarified to ignore what he was saying, although in reality, I already knew that if I was there, it wasn't because I was a good photographer.— No, it's not just because of the award — he warned as he handed it to me.His words alerted me and left me stunned. We were on the front page of the Enredadera magazine, in the entertainment and gossip section of the other magazines."Thiago Villarreal, CEO of the renowned Siluetas Modeling Agency, pays the national Fotomodel photography award to h
I realized there was no more time left, that the day had slipped away thinking about the trip, and I hadn't even been able to visit my parents. When it dawned, I knew there was no choice but that the time had come for me to leave. There was a knock on the door.— Thiago — I said nervously when I opened it.— Let me in, we can argue later — he pointed, quickly entering the apartment.— What are you doing here? You know very well that all our photos are on social media and in the newspapers. I went to your office, called you, texted you, and you've just ignored me, you sent everything for me to leave, so what are you doing here? — I said angrily as he sat down.— It's not that simple, Lisa — he stammered without looking at me.IT'S NOT THAT SIMPLE, LISA Three words that exceeded my tolerance.— Yes, it's not that simple, it's easier to get rid of me, to send me away because you simply don't want to face her, to tell her the truth about what's really going on, what you really feel for he
I arrived at the airport with immense fear.dreading the gazes of people. After waiting in the immense line, the young woman behind the counter kindly announced what was imminent:— All your paperwork is in order, Mrs. Lisa. Your flight will depart in a moment.I felt weaker than ever, my stomach churning with nausea, my nerves in turmoil as I imagined what could happen inside the airplane. My lack of knowledge about pregnancy forced me to ask with a lot of embarrassment:— Is there any issue if I'm pregnant?— How many weeks along are you? — she inquired, and I fell silent.The girl looked at me ironically, as I took a while to calculate, and she might have been surprised because my nervousness showed that I didn't know. She interrupted:— If you're less than 29 weeks pregnant, there's no problem. You can travel without worry. Just choose seats near the wings or in the front; these seats tend to feel less movement from the plane and can help prevent nausea.I thanked her and quickly
— Yes, it's true that I'm pregnant, but my child isn't Thiago's, I assured. And I'm tired of all these tabloid news.— Oh, I always trusted Enredadera magazine so much, Diego said, overwhelmed.— They're just as sensationalist as the rest, utterly pathetic, I grumbled irritably. Just then, a group of men in business suits approached Diego.— We've come for you, they said after greeting him, speaking in Spanish.— This is Lisa, a friend who attends the same boarding school. She'll be coming with us, Diego explained, and the men simply nodded without further questioning.— Nice to meet you, Lisa Miere, I replied, shaking hands to greet and introduce myself.During the journey to the university, I could only think about how much my life had changed, what would happen if I decided not to go back, and instead give my child a better life and education. Finally, I would forget about Thiago and the agency. But then how would I be charged for the money they had paid for my course? Everything w
At the dinner table, Diego couldn't help but stare at me like a fool.— Don't look at me so much, it makes me uncomfortable. Pregnancy isn't treating me well, my ghostly face is rather dreadful — I said, taking a bite of food with a bit of embarrassment.— You're beautiful, Lisa. The paleness of your face accentuates the color of your eyes and freckles. Your hair would look better short — he replied, leaving me flabbergasted.— You need to check your glasses — I replied, unsure of these qualities he was pointing out, although the hair suggestion seemed like a good idea.— I'm not lying, you truly are very pretty. If you'd like, I could even cut your hair for you. I studied styling when I was younger — he explained.— I'll accept that, but no more compliments — I responded, thankful for his willingness. — And what else are you hiding? Are you a painter, musician, or a poet? — I asked, surprised.— No, just studied styling when I was younger like I said. You know, there are times when w
I returned to the room with a lump in my throat—my mind was so volatile, and the desperation I felt made me think many things. I couldn't conceive in my mind the convenient coincidence with Diego, and everything surrounding him—sitting right beside me, talking to me claiming to know who I was, studying the same course as me, the attire of the person who picked him up, his interest in me, the call that showed nervousness—everything was too confusing.— Thiago, answer me — I wrote trying to calm my anxiety.— Yes, Lisa, I'll sort it out tomorrow, please rest, everything will be fine — he replied after a while.— Thiago, I don't want to be here — I wrote, immersed in tears, the anguish was annihilating me.Thiago didn't respond and that hurt more, as only he could save me from so many worries he had imposed on me. Even though I understood that it was all for my good, that I had to study, that it was an excellent opportunity, no matter how much I controlled myself and told myself that I w
During the day, Diego didn't dare to even look at me, which allowed me to establish communication with a rather attractive Spanish girl who approached me solely because she liked Diego and wanted me to help her win him over.— Sweetie, is the guy who's always with you your boyfriend? — She asked, looking at him. Diego was at the other table, facing mine.— No, he's just my friend, we're from the same country — I explained.— He seems extremely charming to me — the Spanish girl said with her pronounced accent that I found hard to understand.— He's all yours, beautiful. Take him off my hands — I joked, closing my computer.— Is he annoying to you? Because look at him there with his handsome face, anyone would fall for him. He's a divine hunk — she exclaimed, completely excited about the man.— Yeah, he's a pain, but a good person — I laughed, while Diego observed us nervously over his round glasses.— Do you like him? — she asked, trying to gauge the situation.— No, I'm not into that
Thiago's words were becoming increasingly confusing— I wanted to keep asking, keep talking to him, but I had to stay on the sidelines of the situation and not overwhelm him with my own contradictory emotions. When I found Lucia in the dining room the next morning, she didn't hesitate to interrogate me about what I really didn't want to talk about.And then I also told her what had happened with my pregnancy and how I felt about Thiago, and she hugged me, showing me trust.— Like a movie, friend, but what does this handsome Thiago feel for you? What do you plan to do with him? Admire him from afar? — she interrogated.— No, Clara, with Thiago, I only want to marry him, love him forever, give him the love he hasn't received, but it's very confusing. I know he loves me because he has been more than good to me, but I don't know if he will ever really divorce and decide to share his millionaire life with me — I said sadly.— But darling, if the magazine today reported that he's getting a d
- I always wanted to be totally well, to have a real family, someone who truly loved me for who I am, to be able to discover what the true meaning of that word was: TO LOVE, Lisa, sometimes you think that to love is to marry someone and that's the end of everything, but no, when my mother forced me to get married I thought that things were really like that, and no, everything was falling apart completely - said Thiago with a contrite voice - I also thought that money could solve everything, but you know when I wanted to be a father, I understood that even if it could be solved with money, I had to choose well, I had to know who I was going to give the task of being the mother of my child, and then you appeared, with that light, and I know you should hate me for not telling you, you know it was so hard for me to pretend, I don't even know how I managed it, but it hurt me so much to do it, now it doesn't matter, I know I chose you well, that I didn't make a mistake with you, because now
- Thank you, Marcelo, really, I don't know what we would have done without you - I answered with tears in my eyes, feeling a huge relief at his words, it was as if everything was finally over for good.- There is nothing to worry about, my friends. All this is coming to an end and soon you will be able to resume your lives in peace," said Marcelo.- You are my lawyer for a reason - Thiago praised him - now with this good news, I feel more convinced that going to where his parents are, is the best thing to do, away from the press and everything that this could drag, besides I think it is time for all of us to get together and share the good news - Thiago proposed with a smile.Marcelo and I nodded excitedly. Marcelo called Clara and Diego, who were at the cinema, to inform them that everything was under control and that they could return. In the meantime, they helped us pack some things for the trip and prepared everything to make the baby comfortable. The next day Clara and Diego left
I knew that saying those words in a situation as complicated as the one we were living was not at all pleasant, but I only wanted peace for my life, far away from all pain, when I fell in love with Thiago I created a very silly fantasy about the things of love, and only now I realized that nothing was as rosy as one thought, I loved him precisely because in the midst of everything we had lived through we had always won together, but now I had something else that surpassed the word love, and that was my son, and I only wanted tranquility for him, and being close to Thiago and his problems with Esmeralda I was never going to get it.He stopped looking at me with anger, as if he hated me and at the same time let me know that I was annihilating him.- I'm just tired - I repeated again before he could get any closer to me or as if he wanted me to omit what he had just said.- I am too - was the driest answer that managed to come out of his lips - but now we have a son, and I won't let this
Everything was too strange, but they only had to look for help as quickly as possible. At that moment, Diego, Thiago's close friend and lawyer, arrived at the house to support them in this difficult situation, Marcelo, the same one who had saved them in the previous trial.- They have emptied my bank accounts without my authorization, someone took out a large amount of money. This is a nightmare, Esmeralda has come with the press to warn me, claiming that the check I gave her is without funds, I don't know what to do, especially because she also brought the press and it was a terrible embarrassment - alleged Thiago in total desperation after the arrival of the lawyer.- Yes Thiago, this is serious. You have any idea who could have done this, don't you? Your cards, Thiago, think about it - Marcelo pointed out giving Thiago a clue, for a moment I thought he would react immediately, but it was clear that he was blinded by the complicated situation.- I don't know, I don't know, they clai
-Do you think Martini is involved in this? -I asked, feeling a mixture of concern and frustration.Thiago clenched his fists, reflecting his displeasure. -I don't know, Lisa, but we can't rule out that possibility. Esmeralda could be conspiring with him to harm us or even to profit from the money I gave her. We must take precautions and find out the truth.We looked at each other, sharing a mutual determination. We knew we had to act fast to protect our son and ourselves. Clara and Diego took the baby and me to bed, they washed the room, while Thiago stayed in the living room, together with his security team giving them orders not to let anyone in, however before they could act, Thiago looked out the window at Esmeralda getting out of the car, the press took all the pictures they could, it was clear that she had taken them herself, and that no, she had not left.- Tell Lisa that it's nothing bad what is happening, tell her not to worry, and not to get out please - She ordered Hugo and
Suspense hung in the air as Thiago held the ring in his hands, anxiously awaiting my answer. My eyes filled with tears of joy, of emotion for all we had been through together and for the future that awaited us.- Yes, Thiago, I do want to be your wife - I answered with my voice cracking with emotion.The room was filled with applause and exclamations of joy from our friends. At that moment, Thiago slipped the ring on my finger and hugged me tenderly. Our friends celebrated joyfully all around us, filling the room with laughter and well wishes.As I held our precious baby in my arms, I felt a deep gratitude for all that had happened. I had overcome my fears, stood up for my desires and was now in a moment of fulfillment and love beyond compare.Fate had brought us together on a roller coaster of emotions, but we had overcome every obstacle with courage and determination. Now, together, we would write our own ending, filled with love, happiness and a new life full of possibilities.- I
Deciding was one of the things I had been putting off doing since I found out I was pregnant, and daring to put my conditions before Thiago was a total revelation and liberation. - And what am I supposed to do? I'm trying to protect you, don't you realize, I don't want anything bad to happen to you," he asked me confused and scared. - Protect me, running away again, no, Thiago, neither me nor my son, we don't have to live running away from your past, you decided to make us part of your life, I gave in, but that doesn't mean that I have to hide, and if you prefer it that way then the best thing is that.... - The best thing is what, Lisa, it's not running away, it's protecting yourself - she interrupted me, and the tension was burning me up. - To run away is not to protect oneself - I shouted with difficulty. - Lisa, but it's that Esmeralda? - Esmeralda wants money, or security, the security that her mother and your mother wanted for you, it's simple, give her something, and I ass
Seeing her there, filled me with terrible sensations, the ones I had never felt before, not even when I had her in front of me at the trial, this time I was going through the worst situation a woman can go through, and that was to be unarmed, without strength or courage to continue, so I could only give a sigh, and wait for Thiago to show his face for us. - What are you trying to do? - he asked while to my hatred came the sardonic laughter of Esmeralda, with that perfect silhouette walking. - I came to visit the new parents, now, because their son might die, as I heard - she said ironically looking at her nails, her words pierced my whole body, and if it wasn't for the fact that I was connected to a machine that measured my pressure and a serum to hydrate me, I would have stood up from there and disrespecting her integrity as a woman, I would have broken her right there, because nobody was going to mess with my son.- Shut up, damn it, shut up - I managed to shout at her with diffic
- This is no time for shouting, the lady should rest - warned the doctor with annoyance for the attitude we both had taken and the noise we caused in our desperation. - How can one keep calm, when we know that our son may die - said Thiago using the same tone of voice, with tears covering his face. - Thiago, I know that having a child for you is great news, maybe it is the best thing that happened to you in your life, because it was what you always wished for, but I must clarify that it is not easy to have a premature child, it is complicated, also because this fertilization was done by In vitro, However, you must be strong and fight, be positive and expect good answers from the baby - The doctor answered, but there was something in him that frightened me, his look was cold and calculating, as if he was evaluating every move I made or as if he was looking at me with contempt. - Yes, you know well how much I have longed for a son, but I am afraid that now I will die, as I said - Thi