The apartment was imbued with the scent of newness and possibility. Helena was in the living room, watching as the boxes were unloaded by her children, Isabel, Antônio, and Emanoel, as they excitedly organized their new rooms. It was a moment of transition, full of promises and challenges.As Helena familiarized herself with the space, Lucia approached with two glasses of champagne, a warm smile lighting up her face. She handed a glass to Helena before taking a sip of her own.“To new beginnings,” Lucia proposed, raising her glass in a silent toast.Helena smiled, lightly touching her glass to Lucia's.“To new beginnings,” she echoed, feeling a comforting warmth spread through her chest.Lucia watched Helena for a moment before beginning to speak, her curiosity evident in her expression.“So, did Bruno really ask you to move in with him?” she inquired, seeking to better understand the situation.Helena nodded, her eyes reflecting a mixture of resignation and uncertainty.“Yes, he did,
Bruno stood there, in front of Helena's apartment door, a sense of nervousness coursing through his body, as it always did when he rang her doorbell. Years had passed since the divorce, but the anxiety persisted, even though he knew she rarely answered or even showed up when he came to pick up the kids. However, to his surprise, this time the door opened, and there was Helena.Her short blond hair danced lightly around her face, an elegant dress accentuated her curves and thighs, while a pair of high heels highlighted her confident posture. Despite the years that had passed, Helena seemed even more radiant, with a welcoming smile on her lips. Bruno's eyes met hers, and for a moment, he found himself lost in that familiar expression that always captivated him.“Hi,” he murmured, struggling to maintain his composure.“Hi, Bruno. Come in, please,” she invited him, with a warm voice. “Isabel is still getting ready.”B
The sound of the cover band filled the atmosphere with the bar, creating a vibrant and relaxed ambiance. Helena was seated next to Lucia, enjoying her Friday night to unwind and have some fun. The colorful lights danced to the rhythm of the music, while the buzz of conversations filled the air.Lucia looked at Helena with a mischievous smile. “You should go talk to him,” she said, leaning forward. “After all, he sent those drinks to you.”Helena was slightly taken aback by Lucia's suggestion. She hesitated for a moment before responding. “I don't know,” she murmured, glancing at the drinks in front of her.Lucia nudged her gently, encouraging Helena. “Go on, Helena,” she urged. “You've got nothing to lose.”Helena pondered for a moment, feeling a mix of conflicting emotions within her. On one hand, she was curious to see Leandro again, but on the other, she was nervous about revisiting the past.
Helena was in the hallway. Her heart skipped a beat, and her stomach twisted in a mixture of surprise and anxiety. It was as if time had stopped for a moment as she watched Bruno standing there, looking at her with an expression she couldn't quite decipher.Helena felt a shiver run down her spine as their gazes met. It was as if all the memories of the moments they shared, both good and bad, came flooding back all at once. She found herself caught in his gaze, unable to look away.Beside her, Leandro noticed the change in Helena's expression and followed her gaze to Bruno. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, sensing the tension in the air, but then looked at Helena with a gentle smile.“Helen, are you okay?” Leandro asked, his soft voice breaking the tense silence.Helena blinked a few times, trying to regain control of her thoughts. She forced a smile at Leandro, although she knew it wasn't very convincing.“Yes, I'm fine,”
Bruno awakened from his drowsy state, his eyes half-closed adjusting slowly to the light. A large mug of coffee was being held out to him, and as he looked up, he saw Helena.“Where am I?” Bruno asked, his voice still hoarse from sleep.Helena gazed at him with a serene expression. “You're on the couch in my apartment,” she answered softly.Bruno furrowed his brow, trying to recall how he had ended up there. “How did I get here?” he questioned, his mind still clouded by fragmented memories of the previous night.Helena looked at Bruno with a mixture of concern and frustration. “I would love to know how you ended up drunk in the parking lot of my building last night,” she replied, her voice containing a hint of reproach.Bruno sat up from the couch, his head throbbing slightly. “I'm sorry for that,” he murmured, his expression tense. “And the kids, how are they?”Helena l
Helena sat in her apartment, nervous and anxious, awaiting Leandro's arrival. She had dressed carefully, choosing an elegant dress that accentuated her natural beauty. Her heart beat faster than usual, mixing with the anticipation of the imminent encounter.Finally, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the apartment, announcing Leandro's arrival. Helena took a deep breath to calm her nerves and went to open the door.Upon seeing him standing there, with a warm smile on his face, Helena felt a mixture of emotions. It was strange to see him again after so long, but also exciting. Leandro was elegantly dressed, his chin lightly shaved, emitting an air of confidence that Helena found charming.“Hi, Helena,” Leandro said, his voice soft and welcoming. “You look beautiful.”Helena smiled, feeling slightly more relaxed by Leandro's kindness. “Thank you, Leandro. You look great too,” she replied, inviting him in.The
Helena and Bruno's lives continued, each charting their own course, but always maintaining a connection through the children they shared. While Helena was immersed in the bustling life of São Paulo, Bruno remained in the tranquility of the farm, where time seemed to pass at a different pace.Helena found in Leandro a new chance for love, an opportunity to start over after the end of her marriage with Bruno. Her relationship with Leandro strengthened over time, and together they built a life in São Paulo, surrounded by the challenges and hustle of the big city. Helena's children, Isabel, Antônio, and Emanoel, grew up before her eyes, each forging their own path in pursuit of their dreams and goals.Meanwhile, Bruno dedicated himself entirely to the farm, finding in the quiet routine and nature the refuge he needed to heal the wounds of the past. Alongside Dante, his son, he cultivated the land and cared for the animals, finding peace and purpose in e
Bruno was seated in the passenger seat, gazing out the car window as Dante drove through the bustling streets of São Paulo towards their apartment. The night was calm, but Bruno was lost in his own thoughts. Dante broke the silence, bringing up the event that had occurred earlier that night.“The celebration dinner was great, wasn't it, Dad?” he asked, casting a quick glance at Bruno.Bruno nodded, momentarily distracted from his thoughts.“Yeah, it was,” he agreed. “It was a special night for Antônio and Emanoel.”Dante nodded, focusing on the road again. After a moment of silence, he decided to address a topic that had clearly been weighing on Bruno's mind.“About Leandro's proposal to marry Helena... it was unexpected, wasn't it?”Bruno sighed, pondering Dante's question.“It... was unexpected, for sure,” murmured Bruno, choosing his words carefully. “Bu