Two weeks later - Elena, six and a half months pregnant
The stress was killing me.
Literally.
My blood pressure was high. Dr. Claudia had put me on partial bed rest. No work, no events, no stress.
As if that were possible.
With Monica plotting my downfall from prison. With investigator Paulo Mendes digging into my past. With Rafael waiting in the shadows for an opportunity.
Stress was impossible to avoid.
— Elena, you need to relax. — Enzo said for the thousandth time that week. —The baby feels your stress. And it's not good for you.
— How can I relax knowing that everything could explode at any moment?
— By trusting myself. — He replied. — Elena, lawyers are dealing with Paulo Mendes. We got a restraining order. He can't approach you or witnesses. And Monica's trial is in ten weeks. Just... hold on for another ten weeks. Please.
Ten weeks.
It felt like an eternity.
— I'll try. — I promised.
But that night...
Everything changed.
