Helena was stunned by Bruno's words, her eyes wide with disbelief reflecting her doubt about the situation. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, as if the words had been forcibly ripped from her chest with devastating force.“Divorce?” she repeated, her voice almost a whisper. “Are you serious, Bruno?”Bruno lowered his gaze, unable to meet the whirlwind of emotions he saw in Helena's eyes. He felt a lump forming in his throat, the pain of the decision weighing heavy on his heart.“Yes, Helena,” he finally replied, his voice choked with sadness. “I'm so sorry, but... I think it's for the best for both of us.”Helena felt a tightness in her chest, a sharp pain piercing her heart. She struggled to hold back the tears threatening to overflow from her eyes, her world crumbling before her.“Why, Bruno?” she asked, her voice trembling with the intensity of her emotions. “What did I do wrong?”Bruno sighed, the pain reflected in every fiber of his being. He wished he could explain to H
Helena felt a lump forming in her throat as she listened to Bruno's words. It was difficult to accept that everything was falling apart so rapidly. She glanced at the children in the back seat, feeling a pang in her heart at the thought of the impact the separation would have on them.As Bruno helped Helena out of the truck, she felt her body tense, the sensation of stepping on unstable ground. She followed Bruno into the living room, where she sat on one of the sofas, looking around at the house that used to be their home.“How were the days without me here?” Helena asked, trying to keep her voice steady despite the storm of emotions within her.Bruno sighed, sitting in an armchair across from her. His face looked tired, burdened with the weight of the decisions he had made.“They were difficult,” he admitted, his gaze meeting Helena's. “You're missed here, Helena. More than I ever imagined.”Helena lowered her gaze, feeling a mix of sadness and resentment. She didn't want to be the
Helena walked through the Cuiabá airport, holding the hands of Isabel, Antônio, and Emanoel, her children walking beside her. The bustling atmosphere of the airport contrasted with the emotional weight she carried in her heart.As they reached the arrival gate, they were greeted by Marcelo, Helena's brother, whom she had invited to help her during this difficult transition. Helena smiled upon seeing him and thanked him for being there to support her.“Thank you for coming, Marcelo. Your presence will make all the difference,” she said, gratitude evident in her voice.Marcelo hugged Helena and the children, promising to stand by them throughout the divorce process. Then, he mentioned he had a surprise, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.“Wait a moment, I have something to show you,” Marcelo said, stepping away briefly.As they waited, Helena exchanged worried glances with her children, wondering what Marcelo had in mind. Before they could formulate a response, Marcelo returned, a
In the tranquil atmosphere of the kitchen, Helena and Regina were busy organizing some things when Isabel, Helena's eldest daughter, burst into the room, bringing with her unexpected news.“Hi, Mom!” greeted Isabel, going straight to hug Helena. “Dad just arrived,” she announced, her voice laden with surprise.Helena looked up at Isabel, surprised by the news.“Are you sure?” she asked, seeking confirmation.Isabel nodded.“Yes, I am,” she confirmed, with conviction.At that moment, the kitchen door swung open again, revealing the figure of Bruno. His eyes met Isabel's, and a smile formed on his lips.“Oh, came to announce my arrival already, huh?” he joked, approaching to hug his daughter.Isabel reciprocated Bruno's embrace affectionately.“Of course, Dad,” she replied, tenderly.Regina, observing the scene with a disdainful expression, wasted no time in questioning Bruno's presence in the house.“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice filled with suspicion.Bruno directed h
Helena stepped into the house, still reeling from the confusion that ensued after Bruno's unexpected kiss on the veranda. Her heart throbbed with uncertainty as she tried to process the meaning of that contradictory gesture amidst the divorce request.Before she could calm herself, Marcelo's voice echoed in the living room, causing her to turn in his direction. He seemed surprised to see her there, and Helena struggled to maintain a serene expression.“I thought I heard Bruno's voice,” Marcelo commented, approaching.Helena took a deep breath, trying to organize her thoughts in the presence of her brother.“Bruno came to pick up the kids to spend the weekend with him on the farm,” she explained, her voice sounding a bit firmer than she actually felt.Marcelo nodded, seeming relieved to hear that.“It's good that he's at least spending time with the kids,” he observed, his expression thoughtful.Helena agreed, although her mind was still occupied with unanswered questions about Bruno's
Helena remained in the living room, still stunned by Bruno's revelation of canceling her credit card. Her thoughts were chaotic as she held the living room phone, her fingers white from gripping the device. Marcelo, her brother, stood beside her, watching her with concern.“Are you sure about this, Helena?” Marcelo questioned, his expression mirroring the confusion he felt.Helena nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off the phone.“Yes, Marcelo. The attendant confirmed that Bruno canceled my card,” she replied, her voice laden with disbelief.Before they could continue, Regina, Helena's mother, entered the room, noticing the tense atmosphere.“What's going on here?” Regina asked, frowning as she sensed the heavy atmosphere.Marcelo turned to Regina and briefly explained the situation.“Helen just found out that Bruno canceled her credit card,” he said, with a look of consternation.Helena shot a serious look at Marcelo, silently pleading for him not to say more.“Please, Marcelo, don't
The weekend sun shone over the farm in Poconé, painting the scenery with golden hues as Bruno and his children enjoyed precious time together. Isabel, Antônio, Emanoel, and Dante ran along the riverbank that meandered through the property, their laughter and shouts echoing through the tranquil landscape.Bruno watched his children with a mix of joy and melancholy. That weekend had been wonderful, but behind the facade of fun, his mind couldn't help but think of Helena. The upcoming week would bring crucial decisions, marking the end of his marriage and altering the course of their lives forever.As the little ones played in the water, Bruno let his mind wander to happier memories. He found himself back on his honeymoon with Helena, on the tranquil waters of Paraty, where time seemed to stand still, and the world was just theirs.Suddenly, a thunderous sound broke the serene air. A gunshot echoed through the valley, causing Bruno to abruptly rise from the riverbank. His heart raced as
The sun rose over the farm in Poconé as Bruno and his children prepared to return to Cuiabá after their weekend together. The atmosphere was serene, but there was an underlying tension, especially after the encounter with Graciliano by the riverbank.Isabel, Antônio, and Emanoel helped pack the car while Bruno finalized the preparations for the journey back. The air was filled with a mixture of anticipation and concern as they prepared to leave the farm behind.As they drove back to Cuiabá, Bruno glanced at his children in the back seat, feeling the weight of the conversation he needed to have with them. He knew he couldn't let Helena know about the incident with Graciliano; it would only worry her more and could harm his relationship with the children.“Kids,” Bruno began, his voice sounding calm yet firm.“I have a favor to ask of you.”Isabel turned in her seat, her eyes filled with curiosity.“What favor, Daddy?” she asked, eager to know what it was about.Bruno took a deep breath