Todos os capítulos de The wife I forgot to love: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Helena woke up at six fourteen.She had not set an alarm. Her body just woke her the way it did when something significant was waiting on the other side of sleep.She lay still for a moment looking at the ceiling.Then she picked up her phone.The numbers had not stopped.She sat up slowly and looked at them properly. Not the way she had looked at them last night when they were still arriving and she had not known what to do with them. This was the morning version. The settled version. The version where you looked at a thing in daylight and it was still true.It was still true.She put the phone down on the bed and sat with it for a moment.Then she opened her notifications.There were too many to count. Comments and shares and messages from people she did not know saying her name in ways she had never heard it said before. Not Helena Graves the ex wife. Not Helena Graves the woman whose marriage ended. Just Helena. Just her name attached to the thing she had put on screen and what it

The scene Elena had scheduled for Thursday morning was the hardest one in the script.Helena had known that since she first read it. Page forty two. The confrontation between her character and the man she had spent seven years building a life with. The moment where she finally said the thing she had been holding in her chest for so long it had started to feel like part of her.She had been preparing for it all week.Thomas was already on set when she arrived. He was standing near the window of the dressed apartment set with his coffee and his script and the particular stillness of an actor who had already found where he needed to be before the camera started rolling.He looked up when she walked in.Ready. He said.She looked at the set. At the dressed kitchen. At the table with two chairs and two cups and the particular staging of a life that used to be something and was not anymore.Yes. She said.Elena arrived at eight fifty five and walked straight to the monitor without greeting

Thomas found her at the water table between setups on Friday morning.He poured himself a cup and stood beside her and did not say anything for a moment. That was one of the things about Thomas. He did not fill silence just because it was there.Can I ask you something. He said.You can try. She said.Are you happy. He said. Not the work. You.Helena looked at him.Why are you asking me that. She said.Because I watch you work every day and you are extraordinary in there and then I watch you walk off the mark and something closes. He looked at her directly. I am just asking what is on the other side of the closing.Helena was quiet for a moment.I am building something. She said. I think that is the closest answer I have right now.Thomas nodded slowly.Is it enough. He said. Building something.She looked at the cup in her hand.Today it is. She said.He was quiet for a moment.What about tomorrow. He said.She looked at him. Ask me tomorrow. She said.He smiled at that. Not pushing

Helena spent Saturday morning at home with her Markov script and her notebook and the particular quiet of a weekend that belonged entirely to herself.She had three scenes to prepare for Monday. All of them demanding. Elena had left notes from the previous week that Helena was still working through. Good notes. The kind that opened things up rather than closing them down.She made coffee and sat at the kitchen table with the notebook open and worked through the first scene slowly. Writing things down. Crossing things out. Writing them differently. The cream pages filling up the way they had been filling up since Adrian left the notebook outside her door.She thought about the phone call yesterday. About grief not for the person but for the version of them she thought existed. She wrote it in the margin of the second scene notes because it applied there too. Maybe more than the first scene.She sat with her coffee and her notes and the city outside the window doing its Saturday things

Camila came home from the coast and did three things.She unpacked. She made coffee. And she called Damian into the kitchen and told him something about Helena.Not a lie. That was the thing about Camila's best moves. They were never lies.She had heard something. From someone in the industry. A concern being passed around quietly about Helena's state of mind going into the final stages of the Markov shoot. The pressure of the documentary alongside the film. Someone who had worked with Sione before saying he pushed his subjects hard. That the process was not always gentle.She told Damian this the way you told someone something you thought they should know. Warmly. Without agenda on the surface.I just thought you should know. She said. Given everything. I know you still care about how she is doing.Damian looked at her.Where did you hear that. He said.Someone at the platform. She said. It is probably nothing. I just did not want you to not know and then find out later that somethin