Rosalie walked across the room and found it empty.
He looked at the watch on his wrist, it was not so late so he went upstairs to see his children.When the woman reached the last step, she almost fell back to hear Angelika’s cries.Rosalie felt her heart beating wildly, her legs trembled and she slipped as she turned the aisle.Her first thought for Angelika’s cries was that someone had invaded the house and was hurting her.Rosalie stood up and kept running, feeling the verge of collapse.When Rosalie came to the focus of the screams, she found it was in her room.And she was shocked by the scene she saw.Bastien was with several bags of clothes thrown on the floor, while Angelika tried to hit him in tears.Rosalie still felt her heart was beating too fast, however, she approached the scene.Just a quick look and she realized that all those clothes belonged to Duncan...She looked at her youngest son, his face was much like Duncan’s when he was young, when his looks met he could not sustain him for long." Mother! He’s trying to get rid of everything that was my father’s!"She could feel all the pain of those words, saw in her daughter’s eyes the suffering.Angelika refused to let Bastien get rid of the clothes that belonged to her father.The girl had a red face, and her eyes swollen from crying, her brown hair falling around her." Can not let... Do not let... " Begged Angelika, her voice increasingly weak.Bastien was standing behind her, looking at her sister.There was pain in her green eyes, a pain that Rosalie could perfectly understand.The woman approached her firstborn and pulled her into a hug.She enveloped Angelika and held her in her arms and whispered soft words in her ear, even as Angelika tried to disengage and accuse Bastien she held her tighter.Until the girl realized there was no other option, to get involved with her mother.Angelika combusted, having a massive crying crisis and lost her strength in Rosalie’s arms.Slowly the girl was dropping, until both remained on the floor on their knees.Rosalie did not allow herself to cry, only consoled her daughter.But his pain was the same.- I miss him... - Murmured Angelika, his voice was cramped.Rosalie nodded as she continued to hold her face against her heart.Comforting her like a little girl, because she would always be your little girl.When the widow looked up at Bastien, she saw with sadness that he was crying silently against the wall.She raised a hand, offering it to him.Bastien looked at her, her eyes were a misty sky.He was just a teenager, even though his physique didn’t show that.Bastien approached and knelt down giving in to that moment, the three hugged each other for a long time.And they shared their pain, at least in those minutes.Later that night, Rosalie returned all of Duncan’s belongings to her place, and thought about Bastien’s attitude."I see the lady curling up in everything that was his, see you two do it"She remembered his words, and how it hurt him.Pain in every word.Rosalie looked at herself, was wearing one of Duncan’s favorite shirts.She inspired, and realized she still had her scent...I’m not ready yet, he thought.It hurt in his heart.But he couldn’t get rid of anything from Duncan.She was torturing herself, she knew it.But I couldn’t help it. Not yet.She took a deep breath and tried to distract her mind with the work, determined to prove to everyone that she doubted her.Rosalie walked up to some books on business management, and started reading.He was reading about sales strategies, administration, for hours at a time.Studying about the car parts market.When she finally decided to take a break, she checked her emails, hoping to see some news from the investigation into the explosion.I knew Duncan’s death wasn’t an accident, it couldn’t be.Rosalie made her way to the phone, and called the investigator in charge of the case.Minutes later she hit the phone, with the words "No new information" choking on her throat.She lay in bed, and just one thought spun all night in her mind.I’d investigate on my own.Minutes later as these thoughts hammered into his head the phone rang, the woman answered and said "Hello".There was no response from the other side, only one breath.Somehow, without knowing the reason, Rosalie found herself crying in silence.He lightly touched Rosalie’s face, and although she knew he felt guilty for what he had said, she had perfectly understood his feeling. Her fingers glided gently through her skin, tracing the outline of her cheeks, as if to erase all the words spoken under the weight of despair. Their looks met, revealing a deep and unbreakable connection forged in the trials they have faced together over the years.Rosalie, in turn, relived in her mind the moments when she felt alone and powerless, when Duncan walked away. Although she was a devoted mother, with children who depended on her, these moments of solitude had made her feel an inner weakness, a sense of emptiness that seemed to have no purpose. She had fought with determination, but could not deny the emotional scars that those separations had left.The woman looked at him for a few more seconds, her eyes reflecting a mixture of feelings. The words were about to flow from her lips, laden with meaning and forgiveness, when she finally said,
At that terrible moment, Duncan experienced a mind-blowing pain, an agony that seemed to transcend the limits of human understanding itself. The brutal impact against the wall was like an avalanche of suffering, a devastating force that stole his breath instantly. Even as his lungs struggled for air, his breath was denied, drowning him in a distressing silence.Yet amid the raging sea of overwhelming sensations, his only lingering thought was the distressing emptiness of his hands. In his mind, he relived the moment when he desperately tried to lift them towards Rose, a desperate attempt to protect her, to take part in the impact of the impending explosion and the dangerously approaching wall. But fate, capricious and ruthless, threw him towards the wall in a split second, separating him from the woman he loved. While his blurred vision and the world revolved around him, the only image left was that of his now empty and powerless hands.The reality that surrounded him was a nightmare
He could perceive in Rosalie’s gaze a mixture of emotions, including trauma and regret, and understood that the emotional scars of what had happened were deep. However, he did not allow himself to feel regret for his choices, for they had led them to that crucial moment in their lives.He watched closely as Rosalie averted her gaze to her own hands, as if to avoid facing him directly. It was in this gesture that he recognized a sign that she was dealing with internal issues, issues that had arisen since he had made decisions he had never imagined making.There was a darkness that had seeped into his soul, something he had faced along a tortuous journey full of dangers. He felt like someone sailing in a black sea, fighting terrifying and monstrous creatures, and now he understood that, in a way, he had become one of them. The choices he had made had taken their toll, and he could not turn back.When the woman looked at her own hands, he knew that Rosalie was avoiding facing him. She di
Rosalie saw everything around her happen so slowly that for a moment she believed she was the one getting shot. The scene unfolded before his eyes like a slow motion movie, and the feeling of imminent farewell hovered in the air.It was her from that world, and all she could think of was that it was just that her last vision was the face of the man she loved so hard. His heart seemed frozen in his chest as he faced what seemed to be the imminent end. She only regretted not being able to see the faces of the children one last time, but in those circumstances, it was a gift that they were not there, sparing them this scene of violence and danger.Then she fell back, her body being pulled by Louie, and they both hit hard against the cold, hard ground. The pain of his impact was like a shock to his body, but the adrenaline still pumped hard into his veins.Rosalie still felt Louie’s hands on her, her presence dominating her field of vision, and only when she heard Duncan’s voice did she r
Duncan’s gaze was red, and his body was filled with adrenaline when the man’s inert body fell noisily to the ground, flooding him with deep relief. Finally, the man who had orchestrated his death was now lifeless, his nefarious plan completely frustrated. However, this bitter victory was obscured by the anguish he felt over the uncertainty of Rosalie’s whereabouts.The news that she was no longer present at Victor’s house tore him apart, but Duncan was unwilling to surrender to hopelessness. The distant sound of gunfire echoed once again from the ground floor, indicating that the men loyal to Victor still resisted, as persistent obstacles in their path. Determined to rescue his beloved, he turned and went out into the corridor, accompanied by his loyal companions. Duncan kept his weapon firmly in hand, ready to face any obstacle in his path.When they reached the middle of the corridor, they were surprised by men loyal to Victor, and chaos broke out again, with shots being exchanged f
Rosalie was dragged with brutality to a room that looked more like a prison, where a constant coming and going of women came and went, as if they were participating in a sinister ritual. The environment, although spacious, conveyed a sense of oppression. The light walls, although beautiful, seemed to close on it, making the space even more claustrophobic. In the center of the room, a majestic canopy bed dominated the scene, and a large, luxurious mirror, reflecting the agony in Rosalie’s eyes, adorned one of the walls.In the corner of the room, strategically positioned as a sinister trophy, was a long wedding dress, a masterpiece of pure silk. The bust of the dress was precisely carved, a straight cut that unfolded elegantly in a long tail, which flowed like a river of satin.Rosalie needed no explanation to understand what was happening to her at that distressing time. While one of the women, with agile and ruthless hands, pulled her hair in attempts to create a hairstyle worthy of