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Chapter 31 — Where Everything Tips Over
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Remember me naked Chapter 160 — The Fragments of Truth
LYRAThe file opened in front of me seems almost banal, thin, fragile, but I know it contains the weight of twenty years of mysteries and silences. My fingers brush over the papers, my heart races, and the restaurant, though neutral and quiet, becomes a suspended theater, where every word could tilt the reality I had reconstructed.Yann sits down with the calculated calm that characterizes him, crosses his legs, and looks me straight in the eyes. I feel Lucas tense beside me, his hands clenched on the table, ready to intervene if the atmosphere becomes too charged.— Before we begin, murmurs Yann, I need to know… where is Alexandre?I almost jump. Lucas gives me a questioning glance, and I sense that the mere name of Alexandre triggers something in this room.— He is… with us in our thoughts, I reply softly, my heart pounding. He doesn’t know anything about this yet.Yann nods, seemingly satisfied with a partial answer, then continues, more seriously:— Good. Because what I’ve discove
Remember me naked Chapter 159 — The Lunch of Secrets
LYRAThe restaurant door opens to a dim, neutral light, almost hospitable in its banality, but for me, each step I take inside echoes with both dread and hope. My hands rest on my belly, an instinctive and protective gesture, and my breath becomes more measured, as if to calm the inner storm threatening to overwhelm me.I immediately spot Lucas, already seated at a discreet table by the window. His gaze lifts and meets mine, and I instantly feel the mix of relief and worry that crosses his expression, this unique ability he has to sense the invisible, to perceive tension before it even manifests. I approach, and he almost immediately rises to welcome me with that honest embrace that reminds me that, no matter what happens, I will never be alone.— Lyra… he breathes, his voice slightly low, laden with protective gravity.— Lucas… I murmur, a fragile smile brushing my lips.We sit down, and before I can even relax, a familiar silhouette appears in the doorway: Yann. His demeanor is unch
Remember me naked Chapter 158 — The Road of Shadows
LYRAI stand in front of the mirror, distractedly adjusting my light coat, and I observe my reflection, a mix of apparent calm and inner storm. Four months. Four months I have been waiting for this call, four months where each day has borne the weight of questions too heavy to be ignored, where every smile exchanged with Alexandre, every glance from Lucas, every tender word from my parents has been like a bandage on old wounds, fragile yet alive.I close my eyes for a moment and remember, despite myself, that day that shaped my fear: July 20, twenty years ago, when I was ripped away from everything I knew, thrown into a cold and cruel world, taken in by a poor and violent family, where every day was a struggle not to disappear, not to let the shadow win. Those memories have never left me; sometimes, they surface unannounced, and I see that terrified little girl again, unable to scream, powerless in the face of the injustice of a world that seemed to want to erase her.And yet… and yet
Remember me naked Chapter 157 — The Call of the Past
LYRAThe silence of the house is peaceful, but my heart is anything but. They say that morning brings calm, restores order, and offers a breath of fresh air to those who know how to listen to the world, but for me, none of this applies, because here, in this too-large house, where each room seems to hold the echoes of ancient stories and the forgotten whispers of our past lives, every minute, every breath amplifies my thoughts and sends them swirling like leaves carried away by an invisible wind, leaving me both fascinated and trembling before the inevitable confrontation that awaits me.Four months. Four months have passed since that phone call, furtive and almost surreal, when I dared to break the silence, to reopen a door that two decades of forgetfulness had locked tight, crossing that invisible threshold to reach a man I had fled as much as I had sought, Yann, that ally of shadows, discreet genius, capable of deciphering secrets that no one else would have even imagined, and who
Remember me naked Chapter 156 — The Choice of a New Day
LYRAI am still curled up under the sheets when I see him getting dressed. Alexandre adjusts his shirt in front of the mirror, looking focused, precise in each of his movements. The morning light glides over his face, highlighting his determined features.I watch him in silence, with a tender smile. This man who has been my lover, my friend, my secret, is now my fiancé, the father of my child… and also this solid rock who rises every morning to face the world.— Are you leaving already? I say in a still sleepy voice.He immediately turns around, and his gaze softens.— My love, go back to sleep. You need rest.I sit up on the pillow, crossing my arms over my round belly.— Rest? I’ve been taking it for four months! I’m tired… of doing nothing.He laughs softly, coming closer to the bed to place a kiss on my forehead.— It’s the doctor’s recommendation. You know that well.— The doctor said “avoid exertion,” not “live like a porcelain doll,” I retort, frowning.I see his lips pinch, hi
Remember me naked Chapter 156 — The Choice of a New Day
LYRAI am still curled up under the sheets when I see him getting dressed. Alexandre adjusts his shirt in front of the mirror, looking focused, precise in each of his movements. The morning light glides over his face, accentuating his determined features.I watch him in silence, with a tender smile. This man who has been my lover, my friend, my secret, is now my fiancé, the father of my child… and also this solid rock who rises every morning to face the world.— Are you leaving already? I say in a still sleepy voice.He instantly turns around, and his gaze becomes tender.— My heart, go back to sleep. You need rest.I sit up on the pillow, crossing my arms over my round belly.— Rest? I’ve been taking it for four months! I’m tired… of doing nothing.He laughs softly, approaching the bed to place a kiss on my forehead.— It’s the doctor’s recommendation. You know that.— The doctor said “avoid exertion,” not “live like a porcelain doll,” I retort, frowning.I see his lips press togethe
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