Chapter 2 Unbelievable

I left home with a bubbling rage inside me, a storm of emotions I struggled to keep under control. I was so distracted that I accidentally bumped into someone while walking down the street. I turned to apologize, but the word died in my throat when I recognized the voice.

"Are you blind or something?" Rafael asked, annoyed. He hadn't realized it was me, and that only made me even angrier. I wanted to punch that smiling face, to tell him everything I knew.

But then he saw me, and his expression changed. "Eugênio?" he asked, confused. "Are you okay, man? You're not usually this distracted."

I swallowed my anger, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, Rafael," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "I just have a lot on my mind lately."

Rafael nodded, looking concerned. "If you need to talk about anything, I'm here, okay?"

I nodded, thanking him. I knew he had no idea how those words sounded to me, and part of me wanted to throw it all in his face. But I couldn't, not yet. I needed time to think, to figure out what to do.

With the decision made, I slid my hand into the fabric of my jeans, feeling the cold, familiar shape of my phone in my pocket. There was a weight to the idea of making that call, of saying the words I knew I needed to say. I took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of that moment, and on an impulse, I withdrew my hand from my pocket, giving up on the call. "It's better to talk in person," I thought to myself, determined to face what was to come.

With a wave of my hand, I hailed a passing yellow taxi. I got in, closing the door with a light thud, the sound echoing in the momentary silence of the vehicle. I gave the driver the address of my father's company, and he nodded, putting us in motion. The ride was quick, almost as if the universe was eager for me to fulfill my mission.

The imposing structure of my father's company building loomed before me as I got out of the taxi. Concrete and glass merged into a modern design, a business fortress where my father spent much of his days.

I walked toward the entrance, my heart pounding in my chest, each step resonating with my determination. However, before I could reach the glass doors, a security guard stopped me, crossing his arms over his chest in an unmistakable signal of prohibition.

"Good morning," I began, trying to keep my voice firm and clear despite the lump in my throat. "I'd like to speak with Heitor Lopes, please. I'm his son."

The security guard, a stern-looking man, paused for a moment, looking at me with a surprised expression. He placed his hand on his communicator, relaying my request. The wait for the response felt like an eternity as I pondered the significance of the conversation about to take place.

"One moment, please," the security guard requested, his tone mixing with the static emanating from the communicator in his hand. The friction of the ensuing silence seemed to rub at my patience as he waited for a response from the other end.

After a time that felt longer than eternity itself, the security guard's expression softened, and he nodded in my direction. "I apologize for the delay, sir. You may proceed; your father is waiting for you upstairs."

With a nod of my head, I thanked the security guard. The elevator seemed to move at a glacial pace, each floor we ascended amplifying the pressure nesting in my chest. I was about to open Pandora's box, to reveal a secret that could irreversibly alter the course of things.

Finally, we reached the floor where my father's office was located. His secretary greeted me with a friendly smile that I couldn't quite reciprocate. I was so focused on the weight of what I was about to do that I barely registered her greeting.

"Dad," I announced with a voice firmer than I felt, entering his office like a storm. "We need to have a talk."

My father looked up from the work that consumed him, a mild expression of surprise crossing his face. He nodded, setting aside the papers he had been reviewing. "Of course, Eugênio. What's troubling you?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the rapid beats of my heart. I knew the next words that would spill from my lips had the power to change everything.

Just as I was about to speak, a sharp pain shot through my eyes, as if something sharp were piercing them. Unexpectedly, an information screen materialized before me, glowing with a soft, eerie light.

The screen displayed:

{Name: Heitor Lopes

Age: 45 years

Blood Type: O

Parents: Leon Lopes and Selena Mega

Bank Account: Bank Nixus, Account Number: 123456789, Branch: 1010, IBAN: BXNIXUS000000000123456789. Password: 5698. Balance: 2,000

Current Thoughts: My heart feels heavy, as if a dark cloud is hanging over it. Why does my son seem so stern and angry? Has he discovered some secret? No, it can't be... it must be something else.

Relationship with Lúcia: The interest I once had in her has faded like smoke in the wind. She has aged, and the desire I once felt for her has become nothing more than a distant memory. She seems to have found peace in it too.

Relationship with Eugênio: I feel immense pride in my son, a warm, comforting feeling that fills my heart. However, I believe he needs a companion in his life. I hope he finds someone special in college.

Relationship with Flávia: She is a provocative woman, capable of arousing my curiosity and desire. Did she dare to come without panties? Knowing how audacious she is, it's a real possibility.

Current Concern: My mind is focused on two things. First, I need to listen to my son, understand what's bothering him. Then, I long for a moment with Flávia again, to feel the sweetness of her love, as if I were licking honey from a jar. I crave her love juices!}

"Are you okay, Eugênio?" my father asked, his voice filled with concern. He stood up from his chair, watching me with a puzzled expression. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

I could barely look at him, the information I had uncovered reverberating in my mind. It was too much to process all at once; I felt like the world was spinning around me. "I... I need a minute," I managed to say, struggling to keep my voice steady.

My father nodded, appearing worried. "Of course, Eugênio," he said gently. "Take all the time you need."

I turned, exiting the office. I needed air, I needed to think. The information I had discovered was too much to digest. My father was cheating on my mother, with Flávia, the secretary. I felt a wave of anger and disappointment, but also sadness. It was as if a piece of my world had crumbled.

I leaned against the corridor wall, feeling the cold concrete through my shirt. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths

, trying to calm the storm of emotions brewing inside me.

With my heart still pounding and my mind spinning, I returned to the elevator. The doors closed behind me, leaving me in silence with my thoughts. The information I had uncovered about my father was too much to process. Betrayal, lies... it was almost too much to bear.

The elevator ride to the ground floor seemed to last an eternity. When the doors opened, I found myself back in the building's lobby, the same place where I had been stopped by the security guard earlier. He gave me a curious look as he saw me leaving so quickly, but I just nodded and walked out.

The fresh air of the street hit me like a shock, but it was a welcome relief. I took deep breaths, trying to clear my mind of the information I had discovered.

Instead of taking a taxi, I decided to walk. Walking always helped me think, to clear my mind. The college wasn't too far, and I needed some time to process everything that had happened.

As I walked, the city passed me by, indifferent to my personal crisis. People came and went, wrapped up in their own lives, their own problems. For a moment, I wished I could be one of those people, living a normal life without the shadow of betrayal hanging over me.

But I knew that wasn't possible. What I had discovered would change everything. I couldn't just pretend I didn't know, that everything was fine. I would have to confront my father, I would have to deal with the truth.

When I arrived at college, the sun was already high in the sky. I headed straight for the library, where I knew I could find some peace and quiet. I needed a place to sit, think, and decide what to do next.