Still I breathe.
Still I stand.
Not for you… but for the hands I promised not to drop.
She doesn’t say the word “divorce,” but everyone hears it.
She doesn’t say “abandoned,” but the air tastes like it.
She doesn’t shout, but you can feel the humiliation flip direction, like a spear thrown and then turned around mid-flight.
Then she does something Davi didn’t plan for at all.
She stops singing and speaks into the microphone.
“I accepted to be here for one reason,” she says, voice steady, eyes open now.
“Not for revenge. Not to bless this marriage.”
She pauses, letting the silence stretch until it becomes a mirror.
“I came to buy myself time.”
A murmur spreads across the room.
Davi’s face tightens, and Bianca’s eyes narrow like a blade.
Lídia continues anyway.
