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Chapter 13: The Last Silhouette
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2026-02-13 00:23:37
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ÉlianorThe hospital smells of antiseptic and anxiety. A scent that clings to the skin, to clothes. I walk through corridors under sickly lights, my step too quick, my heart a block of ice that refuses to melt. The memory of the kiss, of the scene in the kitchen, spins in my head like a furious swarm. I need to cling to something concrete, dark but familiar. A father's betrayal is ground I know. Better than the disorienting ground of a desire that betrays me myself.My father's room is a white and blue cell. He lies there, smaller than in my memories. Tubes snake from his arm. A machine emits a regular, monotonous beep, proof of life. His complexion, yesterday waxy and livid, has regained a more human pallor. His eyes are open. They follow me when I enter, but the gaze that greets me is no longer that of animal panic from last time. It is the calculating gaze, weakened but present, of Hervé Hammond."Élianor."His voice
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ÉlianorI am petrified. A butter knife clenched in my hand like a pathetic weapon.What the hell is he doing in my kitchen?He invades everything. My space. My children. The last bastion of my lies. And he stands there, as if he has every right, his gray gaze returning to lock onto mine with an intensity that makes my knees tremble."I hope I'm not disturbing."His eyes, when they meet mine, say exactly the opposite. He knows perfectly well he's disturbing. He came for that."I came to see if everything was all right, after last night's… storm."The words are innocuous. But the subtext vibrates between us, charged with the memory of the rain, the confessions, and that kiss that consumed everything. And he says it in front of them. In front of their little ears that hear everything.Lilou is the first to break the suspended silence. Her eyes fix on Marcus's cheek."Did you hurt yourself?"
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ÉlianorThe rain stopped with the night. A gleaming, battered garden lies beneath a pearl-gray sky. In my bedroom, darkness conspires with an insomnia that torments me.Lying in my large bed, eyes wide open, I stare at the ceiling. I don't remember. I relive. A burning sensation, imprinted on my skin. The taste of him. The cedar, the wool, and that male, deep essence that awakened an archaic memory nestled in my bones. The unbearable gentleness of the approach. Then the fire of possession. My mouth lied before I could catch myself. My body remembered. It responded with shameful delight, betraying five years of rancor and fortress.A stifled moan escapes me into the pillow. I turn onto my stomach, bury my face in the cool linen. Shame is an acid flowing through my veins. Not only for responding to the kiss. But for what followed, in the silent hours: a painful, humiliating anticipation that knots my belly. A question looping endlessly, more insistent than all others.When will he do it
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ÉlianorThe air in the chalet is still saturated with confessions, the smell of rain, and the fatigue enveloping us like a damp shroud. The fire has weakened, leaving only glowing embers. I stand here, trembling, drained, my eyes closed on a world that has just collapsed. My soaked robe clings to my skin, cold and heavy. Shame overwhelms me, belated but violent, laying bare my soul before him.I sense a shift in the air, a presence approaching without a sound. Marcus. He is no longer on the other side of the room. His discreet scent—cedar soap, warm wool—invades the space around me. A man's scent, simple, solid. Strangely comforting in this chaos. Then another note, more subtle, reaches me. An almost forgotten essence, an ancient vibration that makes something deep in my memory quiver.He is very close now. So close I could reach out and touch his shirt. I keep my eyes closed, too exhausted to face his gaze. His breathing is calm, steady, a heartbreaking contrast to the panting that s
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ÉlianorThe silence in the chalet is thick, absolute. Only the fire crackles. Marcus’s face is stricken. He has aged ten years in a few seconds.I straighten up. Exhaustion is there, but a cold rage pushes it back. “So yes, my vengeance is petty. It matches their pettiness. I want them to tremble. I want them to lose everything that constitutes their pathetic pride. Their company name, their dusty headquarters, their last shred of respectability. I want them reduced to what they made me: nothingness that disturbs.”Marcus opens his eyes. There’s no more anger in him. Just a sadness so profound it seems to absorb all the light in the room.“And the children, Élianor? Léon and Lilou. Do you want them to grow up in the shadow of this hatred? To learn that love is a weapon and family, a field of ruins?”It’s the sensitive spot. My Achilles’ heel. I plunge my blade into i
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ÉlianorRain falls on the property, a cold, persistent rain that blurs the outlines of the garden, drowns the rosebushes I planted. From my bedroom, I see the light from the chalet, that small square, golden glow piercing the night mist. He is there. On my land. Under my roof. I was mad to rent him that outbuilding. Mad to think I could keep him caged, watch him. Now, that light is a living reproach. It blinks like the memory of his betrayal.Martha’s words still echo, sharp and cutting in my mind. “They welcomed him like a king. Liora spent an hour talking to him by the fire. He seems interested.” Each syllable is a knife stab. Liora. Of course. My sister. The perfect one. The one who always knows how to attract the light, even mine.The anger rising in me is a black tide; it floods my lungs, replaces the oxygen. I don’t take a coat. I go out. The rain hits my face, immediate, icy. It seeps into the collar of my silk
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SabrinaHer fingers are still tracing lazy circles on my back. Sweat is beginning to dry on our skin, creating a thin, salty film that sticks us together. The silence is heavy, satisfied. Then his voice breaks the spell, low and curious."And Liora? How is she?"I smile, burying my face against his
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