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Intro. Since Gael's burial, nothing has returned to its place. You try to move on, but fate throws you into the arms of Rafael Duarte — Gael's former best friend and now his widower. Rafael is the stepfather that his daughter (5-year-old Julia) insists on calling "father". You avoid him since the funeral, but at three in the morning, the doorbell pulls her out of sleep. When he opens it, there he is: exhausted and with a suitcase. "Since you're making it difficult for me to see my daughter...", he announces, firmly, "... So I'm going to make it easier. I'm moving here. " You stare at him in shock. He sighs and justifies:"This house was Gael's, now it's mine and Júlia's. Until everything is resolved... I'm going to stay. " Anger boils, but you restrain yourself for your sleeping daughter. His look is pain and guilt. The man you most wanted to forget is crossing your threshold. Nothing will be the same as before.

My ex's widower

@Através do espelho