Karen's life, a dedicated nurse, crumbles upon discovering her fiancé's betrayal. Seeking healing for her emotional wounds, she decides to seek refuge in Fernando de Noronha. On the island, Karen becomes involved with Othon, a charming doctor, in a passionate night that unfortunately proves to be yet another disappointment when a supposed pregnant fiancée unexpectedly appears. Returning home pregnant, Karen makes the courageous decision to raise her child alone, keeping the paternity of her baby Otávio a secret. However, destiny weaves new paths for Karen seven years later. Othon becomes the director of the hospital where she works and also her neighbor, while Otávio considers him his best friend. Now, Karen faces a dilemma: reveal the truth about Otávio's paternity or continue to silence this reality that unexpectedly binds them.
Karen
Fatigue enveloped me completely after long hours on duty at the hospital. The smell of clean corridors, permeated by the antiseptic odor, became suffocating. My head throbbed, and a growing sense of malaise began to overwhelm me. Ignoring the signs wasn't an option, so finally, I succumbed to weakness and sought help in the same place where I used to offer it: the hospital.
The doctor, solemn and thoughtful, explained the stress overload and the need for immediate rest. I understood the gravity of the situation, but my mind insisted on focusing on another concern. Max, my fiancé, wasn't answering my calls. Where could he be? Why wasn't he answering just when I needed him the most?
I decided to go straight to Max's apartment, ignoring the advice to rest, longing for the comforting embrace of my fiancé. Upon arriving at the apartment and turning the key in the lock, the scene before my eyes was confusing. Clothes scattered on the floor, and a heavy silence hung in the air, despite my heart pounding in my ears.
I didn't need to go to the bedroom to understand what was happening. On the couch, Max seemed to be resting, embraced by a long-haired blonde whose tresses cascaded disorderly over his bare chest. The shock froze even my soul.
The couple, naked and completely asleep, was an image I never imagined witnessing. A scream of horror escaped my lips, breaking the silence. The sound of the scream echoed in the apartment, and the beautiful couple seemed to awaken. I didn't look once at the woman. My eyes were fixed on Max. Max's bewildered eyes met mine, and for a moment, he seemed unable to process the reality of what was happening at that exact moment.
Max, with a dexterity that revolted me, grabbed a pair of shorts from the nearby armchair and put them on with disconcerting speed. A cynical mask covered his face as if he were about to greet me after an ordinary day.
"You're home early, love?" His question sounded like an insult.
My eyes narrowed in disbelief at the audacity of the traitor. The indignation boiling inside me finally exploded, and I lunged towards Max, determined to make him feel, even for a moment, the pain he had caused me. My hands rose, ready to strike his face, as furious words escaped my lips.
"You bastard! How dare you?" I cursed him with a torrent of obscenities, my voice choked by a mix of fury and pain.
Yet, before my hands could find their deserved target, I was restrained by him, his firm hands gripping mine, preventing any gesture of despair as I struggled against him.
As I struggled against Max, the woman with him seemed to react, getting up. I was so stunned that I hadn't even glanced in the direction of Max's lover. When I realized that the woman with Max was Lilian, an old friend of mine, I felt my world collapse even further. Lilian is someone I hadn't kept in touch with, precisely because Max had managed to convince me that Lilian wasn't a good friend. And now, there was Lilian, with Max. He was right after all. But of course, he knew she wasn't a good friend! He was having an affair with her.
"Lilian!?" The new shock made me stop struggling.
Lilian, now standing, stared at me with a mixture of guilt and surprise, but her expression soon turned into a mask of indifference, as if the lost friendship didn't affect her anymore. Max, in turn, released my hands, taking a step back.
"Karen, I can explain..." Max tried to start, but he was interrupted by the sharp, pain-laden look I shot his way.
Amidst my pain, addressing Max:
"Listen to me very carefully, Max," I declared firmly and clearly, pointing my finger at him. "Never again, do you hear me? Never again do I want to look at your face!"
Without waiting for the explanation he could offer, I turned my back on the man who had betrayed my trust. But it wouldn't be that easy, it seemed. Max ran after me, declaring desperately:
"Karen, I love you. She's not important like you are to me," Max tried to justify himself.
"It's over, Max. There's no forgiveness for what you two did!"
"Karen, please, listen to me," Max held onto my arm, seeking a connection that seemed impossible at that moment. "You were always busy, working so much. You never had time for us. I was feeling lonely. This with Lilian was a mistake, just a distraction, you understand? It has nothing to do with what we have."
I wanted to speak, to explain how much it hurt, but the pain choked my words. However, before I could respond, Lilian, enraged, interrupted Max's attempt to explain himself.
"Just a distraction, is that it?" she snapped, her eyes flashing with indignation. "I'm not just an object, Max! How dare you reduce me to that?"
The argument between the two quickly escalated, while my heart ached. I wanted to scream, but the words stubbornly refused to come out. Max's painful accusations pierced my chest, and I knew that, partly, he was right. I worked too much, I was always busy, and maybe I hadn't reserved enough time for us to have fun together. However, I was only trying to build a solid financial foundation for our future, for our marriage.
The tears I held back threatened to overflow. Yet, Lilian was furious at being labeled merely as an object of desire, and the argument between the two escalated, leaving no room for me to express what I wished.
With nothing else to do in that apartment, I decided to leave at once. My faltering steps led me out of the apartment, and tears began to stream down my face as I distanced myself. I wondered how I could overcome the pain of such betrayal. Max was too busy arguing with Lilian to pay attention to my departure, and that was painful too. What remained of our three-year love story was crumbling before my eyes, and I felt powerless in the face of it.
Nicolas: The man of dreams. Single, young, and a multimillionaire. But above all, he longed for something deeper: to find true love, build a family, and share his fortune with someone special. Laila: A young and hardworking girl with a humble heart. She wishes to provide a better life for her family and prove that dreams can come true. A fleeting encounter sparks an overwhelming passion between them, but fate separates them, turning their love into bitterness. Can love overcome the hurts and bring redemption to their broken hearts? Come be enchanted by the second couple in the "Insensitive Hearts" series and dive into a story
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"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
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"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."