Across town, Christian is waking up after having drunk half the bottle of whiskey. The morning light filters through the large windows, casting a soft glow over the room. He rubs his eyes, the memory of last night's conversation with Marilena replaying in his mind. Her reaction had been a mix of shock and confusion, and he's not sure how to proceed.
Christian remembers his friends last conversation, when Lucas had warned him that things would get complicated if feelings got involved. "You're playing with fire, Christian," Lucas had said, his tone serious. "This isn't just a game anymore."
Henrique had been more direct. "You need to come clean sooner rather than later. You can't keep pretending, especially not with someone like Marilena. She deserves the truth."
And now, as he stares at the ceiling, Christian knows they were right. He had let things go too far, and now he was facing the consequences.
