บททั้งหมดของ THE ATTRACTION OF DOUBT: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

DanielI stand at the entrance of the café where I asked Aurélie to meet me. The place is nearly deserted, the usual patrons nowhere to be seen, as if the city itself is holding its breath. The soft afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting gentle shadows on the walls. Everything is calm—too calm—but inside my mind, it’s pure chaos.I still don’t know what I’m going to say to her. Or even how I’ll feel when I see her. Since my call with Marc, my thoughts have been spiraling between anger, confusion, and a dull ache gnawing at me from within. That file… that damn file changed everything. The harsh light it cast on Aurélie left me shattered. And yet, despite what I’ve learned, despite the evidence, despite everything I should think about her at this moment, part of me refuses to let go of the image I had of her. The woman I thought was sincere. The woman I loved.A metallic chime pulls me from my thoughts. The door opens. I lift my head.She’s here.Aurélie stands in the doo

AurélieThe days following our decisive conversation are filled with heavy silences and restrained gestures. Daniel and I see each other regularly, but a lingering tension remains between us. Trust cannot be rebuilt in a day. Every exchanged glance, every spoken word carries more weight than before, as if we are walking a fragile tightrope, ready to fall at any moment. And yet, now more than ever, I know I must prove to him that I am not the stranger he sees in me now, but the woman he once loved, the one he believed in.This morning, I wake up early, my heart clenched by a silent anxiety. Despite the apparent calm of the past few days, I cannot ignore the ghosts of the past that return to haunt me. This choice, this silent pact we made, is not enough to soothe my fears. The truth does not disappear just because Daniel has given me a chance. It lingers, lurking in the shadows, ready to resurface at the slightest misstep.In the kitchen, as I prepare coffee, my mind drifts. How could I

AurélieThe silence in the hospital room becomes almost unbearable. The only sounds are the steady beeping of the machines and my mother’s weak breathing, lying in bed, weakened by years of battling illness. The air is heavy, filled with a tension I can’t shake.My hand is still wrapped around hers, cold and fragile, as if it could break at any moment. Yet, despite this closeness, she feels more distant than ever. Her words still echo within me, like waves crashing relentlessly against the cliffs of my mind.He’s not the one who will help you.Those words hit me over and over again, a haunting whisper, an obsessive melody I can’t escape. Why did she say that? Why now? What does she know that I don’t?I lift my eyes to Daniel. He hasn’t moved from the doorway. He stands there, motionless, his face frozen in an expression I know all too well. Doubt. Uncertainty. Pain he tries to mask behind a calm exterior.I know he’s trying to understand, to make sense of what just happened. But even

AurélieI spend several hours sitting in my father's old office, my hands trembling, my eyes fixed on the documents I've just discovered. The revelation is too much for me to absorb all at once. How could my mother have hidden this from me? And why did my father never mention Sophie Devereux? Am I really the daughter of this woman, this stranger who seemed to have played such a crucial role in my parents' lives?The papers scattered on the desk seem to mock me, their deep meaning hidden behind strange words and incomprehensible symbols. Suddenly, the door to the office opens quietly. I startle, my head snapping up. It's Daniel.He knew something was wrong as soon as he saw my face marked with confusion and disbelief. He approaches me but hesitates to touch me. He understands that the answers I've just found are likely to upset me deeply, but he needs to know what I’ve discovered. His eyes lock onto mine, filled with tenderness and concern."You... found something?" he asks softly, but

Aurélie The cool night wind blew through the empty streets as Daniel and I made our way toward the house of my childhood. The information I had gathered from Sophie Devereux's manor swirled in my mind like a whirlwind. The connection between my father and this woman, the unsolved mysteries, and the riddle of my past were becoming harder and harder to ignore. A part of me still hesitated, dreading what I was about to uncover, but deep down I knew there was no other choice.The lights from the house glowed in the dimness. The place seemed bigger and more menacing as I approached. The façade, which had once appeared warm to me, now seemed strangely cold, as if the house itself held the secrets I was about to reveal.I stopped in front of the door, my hands trembling on the doorknob. "Are you ready?" Daniel asked, his voice soft yet marked by anxiety.I nodded silently. Our gazes met, and a shiver ran down my spine. That look, full of empathy, support, and also a shared fear, strengthene