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Countdown To My Revenge Marriage Marriage finalized
Anne Marie's POV“I think you should brace up and go with the marriage. After all, he knows it's for business.”“ I don't trust them”“Obviously you shouldn't. Let's sit for a moment…the weather is pretty hot.” Leon advised.I sat on the weathered park bench, the late afternoon sun filtering through the canopy of oak leaves above us. Leonard was beside me, his enthusiasm, even though my mind was elsewhere tangled in the web of decisions I'd made recently.My phone buzzed in my pocket, shattering the moment. I pulled it out, glancing at the screen. Eric's name flashed across it, and a familiar knot tightened in my stomach. Leonard noticed my hesitation. "Everything okay?" he asked, his brow furrowing."Yeah, just... work stuff," I lied, swiping to answer. "Hello?""Anne-Marie," Eric's voice came through, smooth and insistent as always. "I need to see you. Now. There's a restaurant nearby—Le Petit Bistro on Rue de la Paix. Meet me there in fifteen minutes."I glanced at Leonard, who was
Countdown To My Revenge Marriage Missing my child
Anne-Marie’s POV I had sneaked out after the meeting, quietly. No one noticed. No one ever noticed when I left anymore so I wasn't bothered.The park was just across the street, wrapped in the golden hush of evening. Children’s laughter floated in the air, fragile and bright and that was what I needed to feel better. I was overwhelmed with so many emotions. I nearly broke down seeing Louis earlier today and everything he said to me made me so emotional.I sat on the old wooden bench beneath the crooked elm tree, the same tree where I used to sit when I was a young teenage girl . Back when my heart still understood the meaning of joie de vivre. Back when my world was not carved hollow and I was slowly growing emotionless. Back when I had the love and care I wanted without getting to feel that I was asking for so much.I watched the children run.Their mothers called after them, their voices full of warmth and annoyance and love. It was a symphony I no longer belonged to or there was no
Countdown To My Revenge Marriage Shared by two brothers
Louis’s POVÈric picked up the files that were in front of him as he got up to leave the room. He was about to leave when I called out to him,“Eric.” I sounded polite and desperate but I didn't care.He paused near the door and turned to look directly at me. Of course he did. Eric always knew when he was being addressed, even before the sound fully reached him. He turned slowly, expression neutral, perfectly composed.“What is it?” Eric asked.I quickly closed the distance between us. “Why are you doing this?”Eric frowned, as though genuinely confused. “I don’t understand the question.”That calm yet so deliberate, controlled gaze set my nerves on edge.I had grown up with it, learned to recognize it as a warning “Don’t insult me,” I said. “What did you have with Anne-Marie?”Eric’s eyes hardened. “That’s not your business.”I let out a short, incredulous laugh. “Not my business?” my voice lowered. “She’s my wife.”Eric did not hesitate. “She is your ex-wife.”The word landed clean
Countdown To My Revenge Marriage Long sweet memories
Louis Trottier’s POVThe next morning, Paris wore its most deceptive calm weather. It was sunny yet there were droplets of rain. Today mattered to me, even though last night was chaotic. I had left the party immediately after Anne-Marrie left. Luckily my father had stepped in to clear the air about what had happened last night or this meeting or further business deals would have been cancelled.Today I was meeting with some perfume investors, old money, sharp noses trained to detect weakness as easily as jasmine in alcohol. I rehearsed my opening lines under my breath, the cadence precise, confident. “Notes of bergamot, a restrained heart, an audacious dry-down.” Even though I had my way with words, I still needed to get this deal. My father was trusting me as he always did. I brought the connections and kept the deals while my step-brother enjoyed the fruit of my labour and the credit.I wasn't bothered, because I held all the accounts and cash. Fame could wait.I had just stepped i
Countdown To My Revenge Marriage Know your status
Léonard Lafaille’s POV,Luckily he said nothing to me and I was relieved , instead he propped against embroidered pillows, a newspaper spread wide in his hands. Le Monde, folded with precise irritation. His eyes were sharp above the paper, too sharp for a man supposedly weakened by illness. The anger on his face was not loud. It was controlled, curated, the kind that could ruin lives without raising its voice. He was a scary man and he indeed passed that fear.Anne-Marie didn’t see it. She never did, not when it came to him.“Papa,” she said, already smiling, already kneeling beside the bed.His gaze flicked past her, landed on me. “Anne-Marie,” he said, voice clipped. “Go fetch my medication.”She stood immediately, obedient as ever. “Of course.”As she passed me, her sleeve brushed my wrist. A small, accidental contact. I told myself it meant nothing. I told myself many things where she was concerned.The door closed behind her with a soft click that sounded much louder than it sho
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Léonard Lafaille POVThe phone slipped from her hand before the sound of the call ending had fully faded. For a heartbeat, Anne-Marie didn’t move. Then she broke down in tears.I froze, not sure of what to do.In all the years I had worked for her, I had never seen Anne-Marie like this. She was composed even in fury, precise even in grief. Parisian through and through trained by life to keep emotions folded neatly, like linen stored away for special occasions.But today was different, almost similar to the day she lost her child five years ago.“Madame?” I said, stepping closer. “Anne-Marie, what’s wrong?”She didn’t answer. Her shoulders shook violently, her breath coming in uneven gasps. That silence frightened me more than any scream could have. I knelt beside her, careful, unsure where my place ended and my duty began.“Please,” I said more firmly now. “Talk to me.”But she said nothing.My mind raced through different possibilities, who would have called her? Was it threats, black
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