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CHAPTER 142 : THE INTERCEPTION 2

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Liora says nothing, she says nothing for a long moment, she looks at me, she looks at the box of pastries, she looks at the door behind her, the door that leads to her sister, to her nephews, to this life that could be ours, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love, and she steps back, she moves aside, she lets me pass, she tells me, in a voice that no longer trembles, that no longer cracks, that no longer breaks, a voice that is her own, at last, after al
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  • The Revenge of One Humiliated   CHAPTER 143 : THE SURPRISE 1

    Liora looks at me, she looks at me with her eyes that are her own, that are mine, and she says nothing, she does nothing, she stays there, looking at me, waiting for me, hoping, and I know, I know she will not leave, that she will not let me go, that she will not abandon me, that she will be there, always there, whatever I do, whatever I say, whatever I choose, because she is my sister, because she loves me, because she needs me, because I need her, because we need each other, to stop running, to stop being afraid, to stop doubting, to stop hiding, to stop forgetting ourselves, to stop forgetting everything that matters, everything that is worth it, everything that deserves to be fought for, to stay for, to love, to live for. Marcus places the box of pastries on the table, he approaches me, he stops a step away, a breath away, a heartbeat away, and he tells me, in a voice that does not tremble, that does not crack, that does not break, a voice that is his o

  • The Revenge of One Humiliated   CHAPTER 142 : THE INTERCEPTION 2

    Liora says nothing, she says nothing for a long moment, she looks at me, she looks at the box of pastries, she looks at the door behind her, the door that leads to her sister, to her nephews, to this life that could be ours, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love, and she steps back, she moves aside, she lets me pass, she tells me, in a voice that no longer trembles, that no longer cracks, that no longer breaks, a voice that is her own, at last, after all these years, after all these lies, after all these fears, after all these flights: "Then you have to show her, Marcus, you have to show her that we are not dangerous, that we are not like the others, that we are not the ones who leave, who abandon, who forget, that we are the ones who stay, who hold on, who love, who love enough to wait, to hope, to believe, not to leave, not to flee, not to be afraid, not to doubt, not to hide, not to forget ourselves, not to forget everything

  • The Revenge of One Humiliated   CHAPTER 141 : THE INTERCEPTION

    Marcus The morning is cold, very cold, that cold that makes the snow crunch underfoot, that makes the frost sparkle on the branches, that makes the air enter the lungs like a gulp of ice water, but I love this cold, I love this white light that makes everything clearer, sharper, truer, and I cross the garden with my box of pastries, the ones I prepared this morning before dawn, the ones the twins adore, the ones Léon calls "dad's pastries" without knowing that it's true, without knowing that it's the truth, without knowing that it's what I am, what I will be, what I am in the process of becoming, a father, a real one, the one who makes pastries in the morning, who brings them warm, who shares them with his children, who watches them eat while laughing, while talking, while living. I have almost reached the door of the house when she comes out, Liora, Élianor's sister, the one who arrived a few days ago with her suitcase and her secrets and her fears, the one who resembles her sister

  • The Revenge of One Humiliated   CHAPTER 140 : THE TWO SISTERS 2

    The days pass, Liora settles in, she discovers the house, the garden, Marcus's little house, the twins running everywhere, Matha who cooks, who cleans, who watches over everyone, and Marcus, always Marcus, who comes, who leaves again, who waits, who hopes, who loves, and she looks at me, she looks at me with her eyes that are her own, that are mine, and she asks me, one evening, as we are drinking tea in the kitchen, the children asleep, Marcus gone home, Matha gone up to bed, we are alone, at last, for the first time since she arrived, alone like two sisters who never had the time to talk, to get to know each other, to love each other:"Why do you chase after him, Marcus, why do you flee from him, why don't you tell him what you feel, why don't you tell him that you love him, why don't you tell him that you want to be with him, that you want him to be the father of your children, that you want him to be your husband, that you want him to be your life, your fa

  • The Revenge of One Humiliated   CHAPTER 139 : THE TWO SISTERS

    ÉlianorLiora arrives the next day with a suitcase and a backpack, she settles into the guest room, she puts down her things, she looks around, she whistles under her breath, she says it's classy, it's really classy, that I'm really rich, that I'm really powerful, that I'm really everything she is not, everything she will never be, everything she would have wanted to be, if she had had the courage, the strength, the will to fight, to win, to dominate, instead of letting herself drift, letting herself live, letting herself exist, without ever doing anything, attempting anything, building anything, being anything, having anything, being worth anything.I look at her, I look at her with her ripped jeans, her oversized sweatshirt, her sneakers that have seen better days, her long hair tied back in a ponytail, her eyes that shine, that shine with that light she hides, she buries, she inters under her airs of a girl who doesn't care about anything,

  • The Revenge of One Humiliated   CHAPTER 138 : THE COLDNESS

    ÉlianorIt's Matha who tells me what happened at school, it's Matha who tells me that Léon got into a fight, that Marcus went to get him, that Marcus handled everything, that Marcus spoke to the principal, to the teachers, to the boy's parents, that Marcus did what was necessary so that Léon wasn't punished, so he wasn't scolded, so he wasn't humiliated, so he knew he had done the right thing, that he was right, that he had courage, that he had heart, that he has what it takes to be a man, a real one, a man who fights for those he loves, who fights for what is right, who fights for what is true, who fights for what is beautiful, who fights not to let others destroy, humiliate, break, what deserves to be protected, defended, loved.I go down to the living room, I find all three of them, Marcus, Léon, Lola, they are sitting on the floor, they are playing a board game, they are laughing, they are talking, they are living, th

  • The Revenge of One Humiliated   Chapter 26: The Awakening of the Ghost

    ÉlianorWhite.An immaculate, gentle white that wraps around everything. It is the first thing I perceive. An absence of color, of weight, of cold. A diffuse, soothing light.Is this what heaven feels like?I have never truly believed in heaven. Hell, yes I know it well. I have walked through it. B

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  • The Revenge of One Humiliated   Chapter 45: The Wait

    LioraFive years.Five years of watching the slow demise of the printing press, counting unpaid bills, smiling until my jaw ached. The club's air is unchanging: a scent of stale wax, old wood, and muffled despair. I stand straight, hands flat on the back of an armchair

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  • The Revenge of One Humiliated   CHAPTER 44: The Awakening

    ÉlianorOne month. Thirty days exactly. Martha's house transformed into a cocoon, a space where time was suspended, healed by the sugar of Charles's desserts, the light of movies about stars, and the deliberate choice of my children. The fortress held. My foundations,

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  • The Revenge of One Humiliated   CHAPTER 43: The Investigation 2

    ÉlianorLilou shakes her head, clinging to a more concrete logic.— But we must come from someone. We have eyes, hair… Léon has black hair, I have blonde hair like you, Mom. So… maybe we don't have the same daddy?The question,

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