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No Porto, eu era Liana, a mulher do poderoso produtor de vinhos Diogo Santos, tratada por ele como uma princesa. A nossa vida parecia um conto de fadas, invejada por todos – mas eu sentia-me presa numa gaiola dourada.
Há uma semana, um vídeo anónimo rasgou o véu: Diogo, na sua adega, beijava apaixonadamente a sua sommelier, Sofia. O meu mundo perfeito desmoronou.
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