Loved By the billionaire after divorce.

The blaring sound of the horn and tires skidding on the road made Giovana let go of the bag she was holding and close her eyes so tightly that she could feel her head throbbing with pain. Still shaking, she felt the hot steam coming from the hood of the car touch her leg. When she finally opened her eyes, she could hardly believe that the vehicle had come so close to killing her. It would be another terrible tragedy in less than twenty-four hours. She looked up at the driver, who was already getting out of the car in chaotic traffic and walking furiously towards her.

"Crazy woman!" If you don't watch where you're going, you won't be so lucky next time.

But she had no time for such threats. She barely looked the man in the eye and started walking away again, when she remembered the bag, she had dropped. Five steps later, she was back at the place where she almost died, and the irresponsible driver was still there, saying absurd things that she wouldn't even have a chance to answer.

With her heart still pounding in her chest, Giovana entered the hospital and stopped in front of the reception desk. She closed her eyes momentarily, praying that Gina was all right and that she could calm down immediately enough to help her.

"I've come to see Gina Lens," she felt the words catch in her throat.

The receptionist looked at the woman in front of her, then back at the computer screen with pure disdain.

"Only family members are allowed in," she said, avoiding eye contact with Giovana.

"I'm her sister," she concluded impatiently, "and I'm responsible for paying all the medical bills."

The receptionist's countenance changed dramatically and, without filling in any information, she allowed Giovana to enter, indicating where she would find Gina.

As she hurried down the corridor, not knowing exactly where she was going, Giovana remembered the call she had received from her mother hours before.

"They took Gina to the hospital. I need your help."

It was always like that. Few words, no sentimentality, and a lot of demands. Giovana was just a means of meeting the needs of her mother and sister. But she loved Gina and couldn't bear the thought of losing her one day.

She spotted her mother from afar and knew that was where she had to go. Irma, on noticing her presence, looked at her with contempt and didn't react.

"How is she?" she asked, but the woman didn't look at her.

It was as if Giovana didn't exist to her.

"How should I know?" the harshness in her words showed that Irma didn't have the patience to talk to her, "you're her confidante, you should know what Gina is up to."

"I should know?" she closed her eyes, running her fingers over her aching temples. She needed to calm down. Arguing with Irma wouldn't help Gina. "You brought her to the hospital without knowing why?"

"She was complaining of severe abdominal pain and even fainted in the car," she concluded coldly, "they took her to a room and I haven't heard from her since."

Giovana knew that Irma's coldness was only because of her presence. Gina had always been her favorite daughter, so she was sure that even though she didn't seem to care, inside Irma was devastated.

"And where is your husband?" "I don't know how Antony put up with you for so long."

"I'm not here to hear your opinion about my marriage. I just want to see my sister."

A mocking smile appeared on Irma's lips and before she could return the teasing, the bedroom door opened and a man stepped out. He was wearing a lab coat and had a badge pinned to it. He looked tired, as if he was carrying devastating news.

"Are you related to Gina Lens?"

"I'm her mother," she said proudly in desperation, causing Giovana to feel disgusted.

"Unfortunately, Gina will need a blood transfusion. She's severely anemic."

"Is her life at risk?" Giovana's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Unfortunately, yes," replied the doctor, and Giovana didn't like the look on his face.

"Are you telling me that Gina could die?" Irma despaired. Irma's maternal tenderness was directed only at Gina. It had been like that all her life.

On the other side, Giovana was trying to assimilate the information. How had Gina's health gotten to that point? Or perhaps she hadn't even known her condition was so serious, or was too ashamed to tell?

Still standing in the hallway, Giovana felt her cell phone vibrate. She looked at the screen and saw a phone call from Antony. The air rushed into her lungs as she took a deep breath before answering it.

"Where are you?" But he didn't wait for her to answer. He continued coldly, as if he didn't care about the answer, "We have a meeting with the lawyer in half an hour to read Nicolau's will."

Giovana had forgotten about this appointment. Her breathing was so heavy that she didn't even notice the presence of anyone else in the corridor.

"I'm sorry, Antony, I was so worried about Gina that I completely forgot."

"I don't need your apologies, Giovana," he said harshly, as he always did, "I need you here, now."

Giovana's face was contorted with bitterness, and she just obeyed her husband's orders. She always did.

"I'm at the city hospital."

Of course, she wanted to explain to Antony that Gina needed her right now, but Antony wouldn't listen to her or accept her excuses. She knew him so well that she knew how insignificant her existence was to her husband.

"The driver is coming to pick you up."

"Antony, I can't leave now. Gina needs me..."

"I don't care," he said with a surprisingly serious tone, "I don't have time for this. Just obey me."

Giovana felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through her, every nerve awakening as she tried to understand her husband's coldness. But before she could consider replying, the call was disconnected. When she finally came back to reality, she realized that her mother was still talking to the doctor about Gina's delicate condition. So she approached her.

"Giovana and Gina have the same blood type, so she could be the donor."

Irma wasn't at all happy about saying that, but she would do whatever it took to save her favorite daughter's life. What she didn't know was that she was putting Giovana in a delicate situation.

"Great!" Encouraged by the doctor, "we can do it right now."

"I can't," Giovana felt her heart tearing, between having to choose to follow Antony's orders or help save her sister, "I can't right now. I'm late for an appointment with Antony."

"You can't? What kind of commitment is more important than saving your sister's life?"

But Giovana, with no time to argue, shrugged and turned her attention to the doctor.

"Tell me doctor," Giovana asked with difficulty, "can Gina hold out for a few hours? You have to promise me that you'll keep her alive until I get back."

"I can't promise you that," he said, shaking his head, "but I can try my best."

Giovana tried to swallow her saliva, but her throat wouldn't listen. She started to walk away.

"If Gina dies, know that it will be your fault, Giovana. "

Only you. Halfway through her rant, Irma had lowered her gaze and was now staring at the floor. Her last words echoed throughout the hospital ward, and Irma waited for her to change her mind, but Giovana remained silent and finally left.

Two days ago, Nicholas, Antony's father, was buried with honors from a good man. Nicholas was the man who saved Giovanna from Irma's evils when she was still a teenager. This was a story that Giovanna could not explain properly, because he found too much irony of fate or luck, but he knew that before his father died, he made Nicholas promise that he would take care of her and give his life to save her from the evils of her own mother. And that's what he did in memory and respect for his best friend.

He sponsored Giovanna, put her to study in one of the best colleges, and gave her peace and dignity. But the big surprise would come later. Nicholas made an unusual request to Giovanna, who, out of gratitude, could not refuse.

"Marry my son Antony," he said.

Giovanna barely knew Antony, only by photos or stories that Nicholas himself told about him. Antony had lived in the United States for more than five years. He studied engineering at one of the best colleges in the country, but if there was one thing that Giovanna knew well about the boy, it was that he was of an incalculable coldness and an endless pride.

Nicholas had saved Giovanna, so that in the end, Giovanna would save his son. The purpose of this arranged marriage was only this, and Giovanna did not refuse the request. He married a man who also did not want to marry her.

It had everything to go wrong. Antony knew that to be the sole heir to Nicholas's fortune, he would have to accept the deal. And there they were, two years later, ready to end it all.

"Antony will file for divorce as soon as the will is read," Tania, the housekeeper, who was Giovanna's closest in the mansion, warned her as soon as she stepped into the house, "Be prepared, my dear. Antony will go to great lengths to get rid of you."

But Giovanna had been preparing for this moment for a long time. Since Nicholas had become ill, she knew that the day of divorce was approaching. This was not the first time he would talk about it with her. At least the few times they talked, he made it clear how much he despised her. There was no more reason for them to be together. The only reason that brought them together was dead Nicholas.

"Don't worry about me," she said to the maid. "Maybe it's even better that way."

"You can lose everything and leave this marriage with absolutely nothing."

"I did not marry Antony for money", he looked away to the corridor that gave access to the office, "so, none of this will be missed".

She hurried down the hall, stopping right in front of Antony's office door. From the time she married him, she had only been there twice. Antony did not like to see her walking around the mansion, always blamed her for it. It always made her feel like she wasn't part of her life and like none of it belonged to her. His body trembled, despite the heat that day. Giovanna took a deep breath, took courage, and entered the room.

Giovanna watched Antony's expression in close as she crossed the door.

"Let's get this over with," Antony said, without looking into her eyes.

Giovanna wanted this to happen as soon as possible. As the lawyer read the will, her thoughts wandered to the hospital where Gina was, and prayed for her sister to resist until she returned.

"Do we agree, Miss Lens?" The lawyer's high-pitched voice brought her back, but Giovanna had heard absolutely nothing that the man had said.

"Miss Lens doesn't have to agree to anything," took the papers from the lawyer's hands and handed them over to Giovanna. "Just sign the divorce."

Giovanna took a leap from the chair, getting as close to her husband as she had long since.

"You called me here to read the will?" she asked.

"What has just been done," Antony fixed the suit, "Nicholas is gone and took with him this marriage. Have I not made it clear enough that I no longer want to be by your side?

"I knew that day would come," his eyes fell on his, agitated.

"You don't want to stay married to a man you hate." Antony's words sounded indifferent and showed no sign of concern. "Let's get this over with, Giovanna.

But she didn't hate him, even though she often said that. Having no idea what was going on in his mind, Giovanna considered agreeing, and even though she used to be obedient to all of Antony's orders, though she disagreed from the bottom of her heart, that order she refused to obey.

"I need to go back to the hospital," Antony looked into her eyes, freezing, and Giovanna may feel that something very bad was about to happen. "Can we leave the divorce for later?

She turned her back, a rare thing, and was already ready to leave when he held her by the arm hard and pulled her, making Giovanna cower in pain and fear.

"What do you want to hear? He shouted, mocked at Giovanna's weakness, "Do you think I wouldn't divorce you out of consideration for Nicholas?

These words hit her hard. Giovanna knew that contradicting him would make him furious, and she could see it in his dark, closed face.

"I don't think anything, Antony. I... she shrank even more, when Antony finally let her go. "Gina's not well, and she needs me now."

"Giovanna, make no more excuses." he frowned and again extended the role of divorce to her.

His tone made it clear that no negotiation was allowed.

Antony really had no idea that Gina was in critical condition at the hospital, expecting only a blood transfusion from Giovanna to be saved. He didn't know, and he had no interest in knowing. Giovanna was aware that standing there gesturing with him would only waste more time, and Gina's life was in danger.

As an act of desperation, Giovanna finally took the papers and signed the divorce.

All she wanted was to go back to the hospital and save her sister.

Antony watched her signature as Giovanna watched his reaction. His black eyes narrowed as if he were mocked by what he had just done.

"It wasn't that hard," those harsh words almost left her aimless, "Now get out of here."

Giovanna was stunned. Before she could react, she saw Antony leave the office. Only then did she take her purse and leave soon after. He had no time to mourn or to regret what he had just done.

She hurried back to the building, where her sister was hospitalized. He looked at the clock, realizing that three hours had passed since she went to meet Antony. Was it too late?

The thoughts Gina couldn't resist invaded her mind. As she walked back towards the room where Gina was, she realized that Irma was no longer there. The room was empty. He asked the nurse who made the bed, where the patient had been taken.

"I took Gina to the ICU," she said.

Her heart exploded once again. Giovanna didn't want her dead. She ran through the hospital corridors, as if looking for a way out. When she saw Irma in despair. She had her hands resting on her face and cried desperately.

"Where is Gina?" shook the woman in a reaction of despair, but Irma did not answer, just shouted.

"I'm sorry," said the doctor who was by her side, but she hadn't realized, "Gina just passed away.

The deafening silence was what tormented her right away. A silent nightmare.

Gina died.

It was all her fault.

Gina Died.

These words seemed like the perfect remedy to drive Giovanna insane for good. She put both hands on her head and felt like it wasn't real. A young girl who had dreams was gone. And it was all her fault and her inability to face her husband.

If I had just been a little brave one more time, Gina would still be alive.

The memories of two days ago, when he said goodbye to Nicholas invaded his mind. The immeasurable pain, the loss of a man who had saved him, still destroyed his heart. Now they mingled with the pain of losing his sister.

"What was so important that you couldn't save Gina? Irma, now with the smudged makeup, held Giovanna's blouse tightly, but the terror was in her eyes. "Why do you run away when people need you most?"

Like the pain kept her quiet, she couldn't say anything else. Irma was still screaming, but she wasn't the only one to feel that way.

"Since you were born, you have brought nothing but misfortunes into my life," he shouted once again. Irma ran over the words, demonstrating that no longer reason right.

Giovanna looked at her for the last time and turned her back, leaving the hospital. Already breathing the fresh air and watching the movement of the avenue just in front of her, she thought it would be good if that car had hit her that morning. It would be less painful than all the events that followed.

She couldn't remember how she got to the car so quickly. She maneuvered the vehicle towards the road. Tears blurred her world. When she finally arrived at the mansion, she looked through the rearview mirror and contained a hiccup as the image of Gina, so full of life, increased in her memories. He got out of the car with difficulty, as if carrying the world on his back. The mansion was silent, only the servants did the daily services. He went upstairs and as soon as he entered the room; the pain gained immeasurable dimensions, making Giovana scream so much that his despair echoed throughout the mansion.

Half an hour later, he went to the bathroom. The jet of powerful water struck his skin as a punishment. When he finally came out of the bath, he put on some clothes and started to store all the others in his bag. He remembered that there was no more reason to stay there. Nicholas was gone, and as Antony himself had said, that marriage too. About that, she still couldn't think straight, as if reality hadn't knocked on her door. The pain of Gina's death took up all the space, and the guilt did not let her reason.

However, even as her mind began to slow, Giovana realized that she was not ready to leave. Instead, he sat on the bed for the last time and watched the sun fade, hiding behind the mountain, letting the darkness spread gently through the room. He wondered if one day he would forgive himself for that failure that cost his sister her life.

When he finally came down the stairs with his bags in his hands, he heard Antony's voice coming from the office. He walked there, knowing the second voice that came from the environment. It was Ricardo, Antony's friend.

"Did you divorce her?" Ricardo spoke softly.

Giovana took a peek and saw Antony leaning against the desk with a glass of wine in his hands, as if celebrating that moment.

"My sister just passed away, and he's celebrating?"

She was disgusted to see him in such a position.

"You know she's a good wife. All she did was love you." Ricardo continued.

Antony laughed, facing the man with irony.

"I never wanted her love." he frowned and drank another long sip of wine. "I only submitted to this husband's role to have my share in the inheritance.

Giovana was immediately forced to stop listening. It was brutal to hear him say it out loud. Now he could understand that the divorce had solved half of his problems. As she walked out of the mansion, she wondered why she allowed herself to be so humiliated by Antony. For those three long years she had been treated as worthless. Antony despised her, and all she did was obey him and love him.

"Where are you going, ma'am? Tania interrupted your journey, forcing Giovana to stop still at the door.

"I am no longer your mistress," she replied, looking right into the governess's eyes. "I am divorced from Antony.

"Are you telling me you're leaving?" There were tears in the woman's eyes.

"Don't whine Tania", took two steps forward, hugging Tania, "tell your boss that I've vacated the mansion, and that Gina's burial will be tomorrow.

After throwing the suitcase in the passenger seat, Giovana started the car, promising not to look back. Anyway, that part of his life was resolved. It was time to make new plans. To start over.

Twenty minutes later, Tania entered the office, doing what Giovana had asked.

"Gina died?" she asked urgently, her eyes wide and the astonishment of the news spread on her face.

Antony picked up the phone and called Irma. He needed to understand what part of the story he got lost in.

"Gina needed a blood transfusion and as the hospital blood bank was empty, only Giovana could donate the blood to her sister. But for some reason, Giovana left, and when he returned to the hospital, it was too late.

When the call was terminated, she sat carefully, her head throbbing, her stomach wrapped. Antony put the pieces together and came to a painful conclusion: he forced her to sign the divorce papers while Gina died in the hospital. That's why Giovana said Gina needed her.

"I need to find Giovana," he said desperately.

"Giovana is no longer in the mansion," Tania said. "she's gone".

His thoughts turned to Giovana, and a huge loneliness invaded him.