All Chapters of Doctor, My Son is Yours!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Karen I feel as if I'm floating in a sea of clouds when a voice breaks the silence around me. Someone is calling my name, but I'm so immersed in the unconsciousness of sleep that I don't know if I'm dreaming or if it's reality. The voice is familiar and very much like Othon's, the man I met in Fernando de Noronha and who completely changed the course of my life.In this state of subconsciousness, likely caused by fatigue and alcohol, I let myself be enveloped by yet another dream with the father of my child. It's a bittersweet sensation because, on one hand, being in my dreams allows me to relive wonderful moments with him, but on the other hand, it's also a reminder of something that will never happen again.Despite that, I don't want to wake up. Not now. Not when I'm so close to feeling your touch, e

Karen I am determined to avoid any encounter with Othon, especially after the embarrassment of the previous night. The fact that I'm dreaming about him is something that makes me extremely uncomfortable, and I fear he might come seeking explanations about it. So when Otávio calls me during lunch to go for a walk in the street while he rides his skateboard, I agree on the condition that we go earlier than usual.I already have an idea of the time Othon usually goes out for a walk with his dog, and I plan to avoid any coincidence. I don't want to risk crossing paths with him.As I accompany Otávio around the neighborhood, I watch him with pride as he gains more confidence on the skateboard with each turn. He seems so happy and focused that for a moment I find myself lost in thought.

Othon For a moment that felt like an eternity, a dense silence, laden with tension, hung between us. Expectations pulsated in the air, and seconds stretched as I awaited Karen's reaction, my heart pounding so loudly it seemed to echo in the silence. Her eyes betrayed the whirlwind of thoughts assaulting her, every muscle in her face contorting into a complex array of emotions. Then, notably, an expression of disbelief formed on her face."You... you should be ashamed to utter such words!" Her voice was laden with resentment and hurt, filled with disgust and revolt.Those words struck like arrows, but what haunted me most was the look of pure disdain she cast upon me. That was anger, pure and unadulterated. How could she hate me so much?"Why... why should I

OthonI still couldn't believe Karen had agreed to Carlos Lopes's suggestion, the supervisor in charge of managing client reception, and appointed by the administrative manager to represent the department. Carlos suggested that one way to reduce the costs of the trip to the conference in Porto Alegre, which was scheduled for two days from now, would be for all of us to go together in the same car. The group designated to represent the Central Hospital consisted of four people, besides the director, which was me.I had the feeling that Karen wasn't entirely present in that meeting. She seemed distracted, and when I asked her again, expecting her to decline, I was surprised to see her accept the suggestion.I couldn't impose my will on the group, especially when the other four members had agreed to Carlos's suggestion. Karen's acceptance only reinforced this dynamic, although I suspected my colleague wasn't fully present in the meeting.With the group's decision already made, I realized

Othon The impact of Karen's words hits me like a bomb, leaving me stunned and reeling. Her sincerity-laden gaze moves me, and for a moment, I find myself unable to process the enormity of what she has just revealed."You... were pregnant with me?" I murmur, my own words sounding distant and unreal to my ears.Karen nods slowly, her eyes reflecting the pain and truth contained in her words."Yes, Othon. I was pregnant, and... you have a five-year-old son," she replies, her voice choked with restrained emotion.Her confession leaves me dazed. A son... I'm a father. The idea seems so distant and surreal as if belonging to an alternate reality."A son...?" I whisper, my