A few days passed.Somewhere in Blue Cove, more precisely in the Family Court.Vicente and Andreia found themselves face to face, separated by a large oak table. On one side, Vicente’s lawyer. On the other side, Fabian Mendes.At one end, the judge, a woman in her fifties and accustomed to this kind of thing, conducted the process with grace and tact.“So, are both parties in full agreement with what is written in the document? Does no one by chance wish to include, exclude, or protest any clause?”Vicente seemed like he was going to say something, but his lawyer waved his arm under the table.Andreia smiled mischievously. It seemed that the lawyer advised Vicente to keep his mouth shut.“Nothing more to say, your honor.” Fabian declared.“Well, all we have left to do is sign.” The judge leaned back in her upholstered chair, thinking it a shame that yet another couple would succumb to divorce.Andreia wasted no time. She picked up the document; her pen was already in her hand.Vicente

Gustavo was wearing the Silva Oil Company uniform, somewhat hurriedly, or it was the feeling that the family was not doing the right thing by giving Nathan a chance.Gustavo had his back to the half-open door of his room. Ernesto stopped at the door and managed to see, for a split second, that his son was putting on his pants without underwear.“Son, can we talk about what’s bothering you?”Gustavo picked up his shirt and started putting it on while looking at his father. “I already told you. I have my doubts about the bastard son getting closer. Is it just for us to gain some material advantage, as we agreed weeks ago?”“Bella expects that. Linda wants a more familiar approach.” Ernesto closed the door. “I want both. But you... It seems like you don’t want either option.”“I have the strangest feeling that that kid is going to cause us more harm than good,” Gustavo confessed, looking for his boots. “Remember the damage he did to the Sterling family?”“Of course, we’ll give him all th

Borges House, foyer.Cindy and Vanda were coming down the stairs, dressed in designer pantsuits, chatting animatedly about her upcoming release.“Girl, I’m so excited...” Vanda said enthusiastically. “I’m thinking about starting a new series, changing things up. Instead of an urban romance, how about a series set in the countryside?”Cindy licked her lips, biting her lower lip afterward. “Hmm... I can already picture the country folk or cowboys on the cover of these books — tanned, sweaty, shirtless, in tight jeans...”The intercom beep interrupted Cindy’s lustful thoughts.She answered. “Who is it?”On the other side, Sheila’s shrill and urgent voice sounded, “Cindy? It’s Sheila! I need to talk to Patty urgently!”Vanda listened and rolled her eyes. Cindy pursed her lips in disdain.“Patty isn’t here. Get lost!”Cindy hung up on Sheila abruptly.“Shall we?”“I think she’s still at the gate,” Vanda suggested cautiously.“Then we’ll wait a few seconds.” Cindy grabbed her phone.Suddenl

Jackson and Patricia returned from Silva Oil Company to their home and found Hélio vigorously weeding, wielding the hoe as if he were hitting someone’s head. “Dad, what happened?” “You’re going to get sick like that.” Patricia took her father’s arm, trying to stop his frantic weeding. “Uh... sorry, my little ones.” Hélio wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Sheila was here, daughter, looking for you.” “Oh, I can guess why. Mom probably called her.” Patricia smiled. “Dad, everything is over. I broke up with Ronaldo Silva, and this time it’s for good!” “Is there any chance of reconciliation, my little princess?” Hélio asked worriedly. “No. We had a deep conversation, and Jackson managed to uncover something Ron was hiding from me.” Hélio looked at Jackson with questioning eyes. “We found out that Ron wanted to sleep with Patty because she did the same with Matt,” Jackson answered dryly. “The damn guy was really thinking with his lower head, huh?” Hélio made a grimace. “Okay, le

Bryce returned home, in Green Coral. As mentioned, the Hudson family house is simple — a two-story with an additional terrace, colonial-style exposed roof, good finish but nothing that suggests luxury. It's a house that matches the financial status of the father and son.He entered his house dressed formally, coming back from work with a look of self-reproach.“Damn it, Bryce. The only reason you’re not forgetting your head is because it’s glued to your body!”Bryce headed to the kitchen, where he showed what he had forgotten: upon opening the fridge, he took out a small plastic bag containing a plastic container inside. Then, he went to the drawer by the sink and retrieved a fork and a knife.“My homemade lunch! Sometimes, you just can’t live off food delivery apps.” Bryce smiled, passing his free hand over his stomach, feeling the six-pack abs. “The ladies appreciate my good physique.”Without further ado, he started heading back toward the Sterling Cultural Hall, but was startled