The morning weighed wordless between Cassio and Milena, who faced the gray sky as they stood at the bus stop. Cassio clutched the divorce papers in his hand while entombing the other deep in his coat pocket. Milena scrolled her phone, expressionless.He turned to her then, his heart heavy either way. "Milena," he said quietly, first to break the silence, "are you sure about this?"She let out a deep sigh, her eyes still on her screen. "We have been through this, Cassio. Yes, I am sure.His jaw was clenched, but he refused to let the conversation go. "I mean, really sure. I'm giving you one last chance-one last chance to think about what we've shared, what we've built, even if it's small.Milena finally lifted her head, and her eyes were colder than ice. "What we've shared?" She laughed in anger. "Cassio, what have we built? A shack in the middle of nowhere? A life where every penny is accounted for? I told you before, this is not what I want."For the first time, Cassio's voice went s

Cassio's and Silvia's SUV disappeared down the tortuous road, leaving Milena and Bruno eating its dust of humiliation. Milena wiped the last of her tears and turned to Bruno, who was kicking the crushed remains of his car in frustration."Don't let it get to you," Bruno grumbled, throwing his arms in the air. "That whole charade back there was obviously staged. Who drives a '€10 million SUV' around and wastes their time with us? It's a bluff. A pathetic one."Milena hesitated but nodded slowly. “You’re right. It has to be. Cassio must’ve done this to make me regret leaving him.” She straightened her posture, forcing a smile. “But it won’t work. He’s probably drowning in debt, and that flashy woman—what’s her name? Silvia?—was probably hired to play along.”Bruno smirked. “Exactly. They’re desperate, trying to act high and mighty to fool us. But you’re smarter than that, babe.”She clung to the words as relief settled in. "Yeah, I'm smarter than that. Now we really can start building o

Cassio leaned back in his chair calmly and waited for Vittoria to return. The low hum of the office was cut by the unmistakable clack of high heels and boisterous laughter. Cassio rose and turned to his left to find Milena flanked by Bruno strode into the office. Her smug expression contorted sour as she scanned the room, undeniably unimpressed.Tommaso, ever eager to stir trouble, smirked at their arrival. “Well, well, look who decided to show up. The happy couple?” he sneered.Milena tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Save it. I’m not here for pleasantries.” She raised her voice, addressing the room. “I want everyone to know I’ve divorced this fraud.” She marched over to Cassio’s desk and slammed a document down in front of him. “Here’s proof!”The room fell silent; all eyes were on the divorce certificate. Cassio barely looked at it before he started gathering his things.Tommaso immediately seized the opportunity and smiled back with malice. "Divorced, eh? Guess she figured out t