João Felipe
Only then did she agree to stay in our room after taking only the shower she wanted at first.
After making sure everything was okay even with my daughter, as I was more and more convinced of it, I headed towards my room. I wanted to put her up against the wall and demand the truth, but upon entering the room, I found her lying on our bed her appearance was extremely tired and it wasn't even three o'clock in the afternoon yet.
I thought about lying next to him, but I immediately remembered what was martyring me and decided to go first, take a shower, and think better of what to do.
After taking a long time in the bath and still not sure what the best thing to do was, I dried myself off and left the bathroom.
Viviane was now sitting on the edge of the bed and there was a suitcase next to her, as well as some clothes.
"What are you doing?" I questioned without understanding what that meant.
She then stood up and walked over, her face bathed in tears.
"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I'm going to ask anyway. I know what I did may not seem right to you, but I was so fragile at that moment, not knowing what I would do with my life... " she spoke in tears.
I wasn't going to pretend I didn't know what she was talking about, for her words confirmed what I had completed earlier that day, but I wanted to hear the truth from her mouth.
"Is Sarah my daughter, Viviane?"
"Yes."
"And you've hidden that from me all this time? Do you know how much I'm in love with that little one, Viviane!?"
" Yes and yes! " she practically screamed in despair.
I stood on my back as I didn't want to look at Viviane at that moment. I was angry that she had hidden something so important from me, but I knew I had my share of the blame in this story since I hurt her so much with my harsh and callous words. I was extremely arrogant, that was the truth and I paid for my actions.
But the anger was there and I didn't want to say things I might regret later.
I thought about leaving the room and leaving that conversation for later, when I was already in a calmer mood.
As I turned around again and saw the suitcase on the bed, I realized I should say something to reassure Viviane about us.
"You don't have to leave, Vivi. I just need some time to digest this situation better. Even though I was deprived of my daughter for over a year, I loved her from the first moment I saw her."
"I know I made a mistake and I know you enough to know that you won't just forget all of it," she said, trying to wipe away the tears that kept falling.
" I changed " I just said and left.
As I was leaving the room, I bumped into my mother who was coming. I believe that my face was not the best, because she soon asked:
"Any problem?"
" Viviane has something to tell " I made a gesture toward the room and continued on my way.
Viviane would have to tell everyone about her and my brother's lie and I wouldn't be by her side at this time.
Already in my car, I did not know what destination to follow, but I left through the traffic of São Paulo anyway and when I found myself, I was in front of the building of the construction company Alcântara.
I needed to talk and no one better than Nicolas to advise me.
" This story of his looks more like a Mexican soap opera plot, Felipe " Nicolas spoke after hearing what had happened.
"I don't like to admit it, but I need to agree with you," I said running my hand between my hair.
I was tired and also worried. Now that I had managed to calm down a little, after venting to Nicolas, I thought of Sarah, my daughter, sick at home. By the time that passed, she had probably already woken up and I wasn't by her side.
"But one thing I need to tell you, my friend. Before you make any decision about your relationship with Viviane, you need to think very carefully, because between forgiving or letting go of the person I love, I would stick with the former."
"Own experience?"
" I did not have the opportunity to choose " Nicolas seemed very sad when he said that and I wondered what his story would be, because he was married and I really believed that he should love his wife, after all, I had married her.
We were silent for a few moments, each with his own thoughts.
"Come home, take care of your daughter, and talk to Vivi. It's the best thing to do and you know it."
"You're absolutely right. Thank you for the support, I was too stunned and needed to talk to someone."
We stood up and said goodbye with a strong handshake.
"You can count on me."
The way back was smoother, in every way. Now that the anger and initial surprise had passed, I was very happy to know that I had a daughter and already loved her even before I knew it.
Viviane
Felipe's words didn't calm me down at all if that was his intention. I was devastated that he found out this way, but I knew it was all my fault since there were so many opportunities for me to tell the truth and yet I chose to continue with that lie.
He had erred in everything that had happened before, but he acknowledged his mistakes and I had agreed to give him a second chance. So I should have counted.
But now it was no use crying over spilled milk. It was moving on, whatever his decision was after all.
Marta entered the room shortly after her son left and I told her everything that had happened. Although I lied to her too, she wasn't upset with me.
"I feel even a little guilty too, Viviane. For the way, I've always treated her and for raising my son always considers himself better than other people. But things have changed and we're better people now, haven't we?" Your question didn't seem like rhetoric so I stood up and hugged it.
"They're wonderful people!" I said smiling.
"But about Sarah, she's still my granddaughter. Not just because I'm Felipe's daughter, but because I feel that way in my heart, and that's the most important thing."
"I'm so glad to hear that, Marta."
"And now you need to rest. She pulled me away from her and pulled me up to the bed, asking me to lie down. "No need to worry about Sarah. I take care of my granddaughter."