I wish I had never left it. Inside Oliviah, despite everything, I won't deny it, was my favorite place. Even after having tried several women.The smile on her lips made it clear to me that just like me, she had also enjoyed our sex.I didn't want to think about afterwards, I wanted to enjoy that moment and forget everything bad that had ever happened between us.Even in the silence inside the room we stared at each other and talked by looking because no words needed to be said.I wanted to go from there to try to fix everything I had done bad with her in the past, maybe start one or better rekindle the real relationship with the woman who had marked me in my youth.- É....a we forgot the condom...do you take medicine? - I said trying to break the damn silence - No...me- Don't worry!!! - She huffed and laughed - You're not going to be a daddy for the third time, at least on my part it's impossible!!!- I didn't mean it Oliviah,I....- Shiii..relax Miguel and good night! - She said an

Hate. That was my feeling for the damn family my daughter had gotten herself into. And because of me, I forced Giselle to stay with Miguel Henrique. The only good thing they could offer me was money, luxury and a good life. And that's what I wanted. Because money is the only thing I loved in my life and without money I would be nothing and nobody.Until my unfortunate daughter died and with that I lost all the stewardship, travel and luxuries I had. My good life went down the drain after that idiot Giselle passed away. If only she had taken the twins with her, but no she still left the damn kids here.But for my own well-being I pretend to like my grandchildren. My great intention is to take them away from their father so that I can have more money. With them living with me I have Giselle's insurance and if I win custody of them in court, a fat pension from Miguel Henrique. He didn't really care about his children anymore so it was a full plate for my plans. I knew that some things my

The drive home after the amazing dinner was also silent. What the fuck, the word son had entered the topic trends of my life because everyone only talked about it.Me and the kids, we were creating a bond that when all this madness was over would be hard to undo. Even Heitor was talking to me more, even if the words were short, little by little he was opening up to me and somehow I was happy because I thought that coexistence was going to be much more complicated.- I'm afraid Miguel will hurt you - He said while we were bathing in the pool - Just like he hurt mom and because of him she died.- "Heitor, that's not true," the boy said, "your mother's death was an accident.- No, Grandma Olga told me - Of course, as always the witch - It was Dad's fault!I had started to get scared. Heitor would always say that his father was going to hurt me or that I was going to have the same end as his mother. I wanted to understand what made that child think like that, it was not normal. But he als

I went upstairs to one of the guest rooms, I really wanted to lie down for a while. The trip had made me nauseous because of the alcohol and my head felt like it had a samba school inside.Later.....I don't know how long I slept, but it was long enough for nightfall. When I opened my eyes, I noticed my surroundings and saw that I was alone in the room. I soon recognized where I was. I also saw that it was time to get ready for the party, so I went into the shower and let the water run in hopes of taking away my unfortunate headache.My outfit was basic. A pink, knee-length dress, white scarpain and a light makeup, just pencil and a golden, not too strong eyeshadow. It was a formal party and at the same time relaxed. As soon as I finished getting ready I went downstairs to join the others.Grandma Laura had returned in time for the party. The family was complete uncles, cousins and relatives who were not very connected were present. They were very nice people.I joined them at the hug

Living next to Miguel was that, going from heaven to hell. Heaven was when we were at the peak of pleasure and hell was when he turned into the real monster. And all this sometimes in a matter of seconds.I wondered if I really loved him or if it was the lack of Miguel Henrique from 10 years before, the super nice guy I had met.Was it worth living in heaven and hell at the same time? How good was my goodness? Was putting up with Miguel even if it was to favor him with his rudeness worth it?All this I considered as I reflected. It was hard to see that he had become a real asshole, really in 10 years he had changed a lot. And after those same 10 years without living with him, at that moment I was sure that he had only evolved negatively.The climate had not been good after the fight on Ilha Grande. Those who lived directly with Miguel were putting up with the worst side of him. The side that had no quality.Miguel's words affected me because deep down I knew we wouldn't be together. B