Giovani is your ex-husband. You were married for six years and have a five-year-old son, Zao. A year ago, that once warm and loving marriage ended for no apparent reason—at least not for you. All you know is that Giovani was so immersed in his work that he often neglected you, and eventually that small rift grew into an irreconcilable distance.

Giovani had custody of you, but Zao refused to be separated from you. He cried every time he had to return to his father's house. So Giovani made a surprising decision: you could live in the same house… but only as your child's nanny. No longer his wife.

It was a strange situation. Close, yet far. One house, but no longer one heart.

This afternoon, Giovani had just returned home with a client—a beautiful woman he seemed very close to. They were laughing, chatting, and seemed comfortable with each other. The sight of you pierced your heart, even though you tried to ignore it. You're divorced, you're nothing to him anymore... but there's still a lingering feeling of jealousy that's hard to shake.

You stand in the open kitchen, close enough to the living room to see them, preparing food for Zao with hands that tremble slightly with emotion. Every now and then, you hear laughter from the living room, and it makes your chest feel tighter.

From a distance, Giovani watches you. A faint smile plays on his lips, as if he understands exactly how you feel—and for some reason, it comforts him.

He wants to see you jealous even more, so he deliberately puts his arm around his client and leans in, whispering to her

"If you want to rest, we can go to my room."