He remembered the mirror he had smashed with his fist — the one on Jake’s dresser, that day he heard Celia wouldn’t be coming to his engagement party.Karl hadn’t wanted Celia to miss such a joyful moment...But there was nothing else he could do. The conflict had escalated so much that even Briana and Luana’s friendship had been affected.In the end, he had to give in.Karl looked at the hand that still bore a scar from the stitches the nurse had given him.“I think I’m going crazy!” Karl muttered to himself, rubbing his face with both hands. “Karl Carvalho, you cannot be falling for your best friend’s ex-wife!”Taking a deep breath, Karl forced a smile and walked out of the bathroom, turning off the light.Luana was at the light switch, ready to turn off the rest. “Ready? Shall we go?”“Let’s go.” Karl replied gallantly.Luana glanced at her future fiancé to make sure he was okay and felt reassured.Tonight would be unforgettable.******Back at the Ferro House, Briana was now putti

“What do you mean?” Katrina raised an eyebrow.“Do you want to take the opportunity and apologize to me? That way, I’ll let you in.” Briana smiled maliciously, expecting a certain response from Katrina.Katrina felt her blood boil. “Briana, you should respect my pregnancy.”“Oh, right!” Briana responded mockingly. “I haven’t congratulated you yet for acting promiscuously and getting pregnant before marriage! How are you feeling? Do you even know who the father is?”Katrina rolled her eyes. “I believe YOU know who the father is. He’s here by my side, waiting to be invited too.”“Katrina, get this through your head: I’m not going to tolerate any more disrespect from you. Either you regret everything you’ve done to me, or we’ll stay as we are!” Briana lost her patience. “You’re not qualified to attend this party, period!”“Don’t you dare hang up on me...” Katrina reacted with extreme anger when she felt the silence on the other end. “Hello? HELLO?”Patricio took her phone. “Calm down, da

Mary Ellen hurried over and tapped the shoulder of a young lady dressed in emerald green, the fabric hugging her waist and physical features. The elegant updo added an extra touch of charm.Even from behind, Mary Ellen recognized the guest at a glance.“CELIA?!”The guest turned around, revealing herself to be Celia, smiling in a strange way.Mary Ellen's scanning gaze went directly to Celia's right hand, holding a champagne flute.“How many of these have you had?”“Mary Ellen, what a pleasant surprise!” Celia’s voice sounded different.Mary Ellen widened her eyes. “What are you talking about? You KNEW I’d be here!”“The surprise is on your part,” Celia replied indifferently. “Yes, I came. And my man is here too.”Mary Ellen turned her head in all directions — even to the FLOOR.“Where is he?”“Looking for the guest rooms so we can continue the celebration,” Celia finished off her champagne in a rather strange manner.To Mary Ellen’s sharp mind, this could only mean one thing = Celia

Mark watched as Karl shriveled up after hearing the truth about the cut on his hand. “What’s wrong, Karl?” Mark was losing patience. “Wasn’t I supposed to know?” “I didn’t want you to worry about it.” Karl avoided eye contact. “It’s not that you were worried about me.” Mark reproached him. “You didn’t want me to suspect again that you’re mixing your feelings.” “Do you think I want to deliberately betray Luana with Celia?” Karl asked as if seeking absolution. Mark hesitated for a few seconds before replying, “What I think might not be the truth.” “Mark, for everything that’s sacred!” Karl begged with his hands clasped. “Don’t ruin my party! My parents are here, and they are setting the wedding date with Luana!” “Why would they cancel the wedding if I told them you argued with Jake Brett?” Mark narrowed his eyes. “I don’t want them to get the wrong impression,” Karl answered uncertainly. “Weren’t you jealous or upset to know Celia wouldn’t come today?” Mark asked directly. Kar

Katrina finished using AI to tamper with and fake photos instead of working with the truth for her followers. “Done! Look how fancy I look! Anyone seeing me now would think I was at Alanna Torres’s table!” Katrina laughed and clapped for herself, shameless. Patricio shook his head, knowing this would backfire on Katrina. “You should listen to me and stop with these delusions, woman.” “Don’t discourage me, honey.” Katrina turned to him, confused. “You don’t want me to defeat Briana?” “I’m very worried about the baby forming in your belly,” Patricio pointed out, still far from the computer desk. “What are you afraid of? We’ll still have the first prenatal appointment, but there’s nothing wrong—” “Tell me, Katrina: in what environment will our child be born?” Patricio interrupted, tired of the nonsense. “Do you want to raise our child in an environment of love or hatred?” Katrina didn’t hesitate for two seconds before answering this absurdity, “There’s no way I can choose, dear. O