Episode 1

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The afternoon sun filtered through the silk curtains, filling the room with a golden light. Alessandra Ferrari, standing in front of the mirror in her dressing room, adjusted the final details of her gala dress. Today was her forty-first birthday, and although she had been through difficult times, she was determined to enjoy the evening. The Fiorucci mansion, a symbol of her life of luxury, was ready to receive guests.

Alessandra looked at her reflection. Her brown hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her brown eyes sparkled with a mixture of hope and determination. She had been through a lot in recent years, but tonight she wanted to forget her problems and celebrate with her family and friends.

"Mom, are you ready?" The voice of Alessia, her twelve-year-old daughter, echoed from the door. Alessandra turned and smiled as she saw her youngest daughter, dressed in an elegant blue dress.

"Yes, honey. And you?" "You look beautiful," Alessandra replied, reaching out to give her a hug.

"Thank you, Mom. I'm excited for the party. "Do you think Dad will arrive on time?" Alessia asked innocently.

Alessandra felt a knot in her stomach. Roberto, her 44-year-old husband, had been distant lately, and his late arrivals had become more frequent. But she didn't want to worry her daughter on such a special day.

"I'm sure he will, Alessia. Now, go help Luca with the final preparations, okay?" Alessandra kissed her daughter's forehead and watched her run out of the room.

With a sigh, Alessandra turned to the mirror once more. She knew something wasn't right in her marriage, but she didn't want to think about it now. Today was her day and she wanted to enjoy it.

The mansion was full of life. Guests were beginning to arrive, and soft music filled the air. The place was beautiful, full of luxury and sophistication, huge, with white walls and black furniture, paintings and sculptures of art, all decorated by herself. Alessandra had excellent taste and she was very good at all of that.

Alessandra greeted each one with a smile, grateful for their presence. However, her mind kept returning to Roberto. "Where was he?"

"Friend, you look beautiful, congratulations on your birthday and for your good taste, everything turned out perfect," said one of her friends from her social circle.

"Thank you, Amanda, yes, everything turned out perfect," she smiled kindly. The rest of her friends approached to congratulate her; others asked about Roberto. She, with her biggest smile, excused him, although her head was thinking about why he had not arrived.

"Mom, and my dad hasn't arrived yet? "Don't tell me you made him angry again with your stupid fights, but what can you expect from a forty-one-year-old woman," says her sixteen-year-old daughter Roberta. Unlike her siblings, she was haughty, classist, and rebellious.

"No, your father hasn't arrived yet, and listen to me well, you will respect me, young lady, okay," Alessandra says discreetly, and the young woman rolls her eyes before leaving.

"Whatever the old lady says," she laughed mockingly, walking away. Alessandra didn't know what else to do; Roberto's friends and family kept asking about him, so she made a decision.

Finally, she decided to go look for him; after apologizing for a moment, she couldn't bear the idea of ​​celebrating without him. She took her car and headed to Roberto's company; on the way she remembered what their years together had been like.

She met him at seventeen and felt a great attraction to him; he was always very handsome and charismatic. At the age of twenty, his parents and hers, who were great friends, decided on a marriage of convenience to save the Fiorucci companies. It was a marriage with a document of separation of assets, although for her it was not a business; she loved him and still does as the first day. She graduated in administration and public relations, although she never practiced despite being very applied and the best in her class; she didn't have to, she would only dedicate herself to her husband.

Years passed and they had three children: Luca, Roberta and little Alessia. Alessandra's family's company was declining until it was ruined; Alessandra's father couldn't stand it and crashed his car, losing his life. Her mother couldn't stand it and died of cardiac arrest. This left Alessandra alone with her husband and children; that's how she was able to cope with the pain.

Roberto absorbed the company and kept it; this did not bother Alessandra. Either way, it would stay in the family or so she thought.

He had been the perfect man until some time ago when he began to act distant and cold, to arrive late, to travel a lot and not to have much intimacy with her and this was worrying her.

Alessandra got out of the car and headed to Roberto's office, hoping to find him working late, as usual.

Upon arrival, the receptionist greeted her with a nervous smile. "Mrs. Fiorucci, the gentleman is in his office, but..."

Alessandra didn't wait for her to finish. She walked quickly down the hall, her heart beating fast. She opened the door to Roberto's office and what she saw took her breath away.

Her husband, the man she loved and to whom she gave 21 years of marriage, was there, but he was not alone. A young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, no older than twenty, was leaning against the desk with her dress at her waist and without panties, and Roberto was ramming her from behind. Roberto's shirt was on the floor and his pants down; the young woman's perfume filled the room, making her nauseous.

"What's going on here?" Alessandra's voice trembled, full of disbelief and pain.

Roberto recoiled, pushing the young woman aside. His erection firm and visible. "Alessandra, this is not what it seems..."

"It's not what it seems?"How can you say that?"Alessandra felt the world crumbling around her."Today is my birthday, Roberto. "How could you?"

The young woman got up, adjusting her dress with an arrogant smile. "I think it's time you know the truth, Alessandra. Roberto and I are together. He doesn't love you anymore."

Alessandra felt tears fill her eyes. "Is it true, Roberto? "Is this what you want?"

Roberto looked down, unable to hold her gaze. "Yes, Alessandra. I'm sorry, but I can't go on with this farce anymore. "I want a divorce."

Roberto's words were like a blow to the stomach. Alessandra backed away, her face a mess from the mixture of makeup and tears, feeling the air escape her. "Divorce? What about our children? What about our life?"

"You will keep the mansion that your parents left you and the car. But don't expect more from me. There's nothing between us anymore; I'm going to marry Chiara, I love her." Chiara was the daughter of an associate of Roberto with one of his friends from the club. Roberto turned to the young woman after dressing completely and took her hand. "Come on, Chiara." They left, leaving Alessandra shattered and wanting to die.

Alessandra. 41 years old

Roberto. 44 years old

Roberta, 16 years old.

Luca, 19 years old.

Alessia.

Chiara 20 years old.

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