Todos los capítulos de Désiré Me 2: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

LorenzoBeside me, Aurélie sighs. She turns. She rests her head on my shoulder. My arm surrounds her automatically, out of habit, out of love."Are you asleep?" she murmurs."No.""Neither am I."Silence."I'm afraid, Lorenzo.""Of what?""Of losing you. You. Her. The babies. Everything."I tighten my arm around her."You won't lose me.""You can't promise that."No. I can't. Because I don't know. Because I don't control what I feel. Because love obeys no one."I can promise to try," I say. "I can promise to fight. For you. For us. For our child."She lifts her head. In the darkness, her eyes shine."And for her? Do you fight for her too?"The name isn't spoken. It doesn't need to be."She is the mother of my children. I will always be bound to her. I can't change that.""I know.""But you, you are my wife. The one I chose. The one I still choose.""Still?""Every day. Every morning when I wake. Every night when I fall asleep. I choose you."She closes her eyes. A tear falls. I kiss h

AURÉLIEThe day has exhausted me. More than I'd like to admit. More than I've ever been in my entire life. That consultation, that waiting room, the stares of others, the ultrasound, my sister's tears, my own... All of it weighs on me like a leaden cope, like a coat too heavy I can't manage to shed."I'm going up to bed," I say, rising from the couch.My legs barely tremble. I make sure they don't tremble. I make sure my voice remains steady, even if inside everything is collapsing.Lorenzo lifts his eyes toward me. He's seated in the armchair, Béatrice is across from him. They were looking at each other when I spoke. I saw it. That look. That thing between them that never truly goes out, that burns beneath the ashes like a poorly extinguished fire."Already?" he asks."I'm tired."Béatrice says nothing. She looks at her hands resting on her belly. Her hands carrying his children. She doesn't dare meet my gaze. It's better that way. Because if she looked at me, if she saw what I see i

   BÉATRICE He pulls gently on my hair, tilting my head back. His eyes plunge into mine. I see everything in there. His love, his guilt, his desire, his fear. I see the man I love, the man I never should have loved. His lips touch mine. It's light. Barely a brush. A ghost kiss. A kiss that says everything we don't dare say, everything we've kept silent for too long. I should push him away. It's still possible. One shove, one word, and I can flee, go back up, pretend nothing happened. Save what can still be saved. I should scream, flee, hate him for what h

 BÉATRICEDay is here. Full. Cruel. It enters through the gaps in the shutter, draws bars of light on the floor, on the bed, on me.I haven't slept. Not a second. My eyes are dry from having cried so much, my head is heavy, my belly is taut. The babies stir as if they sense my disorder, as if they want to remind me they are there, that they heard everything, felt everything.I should get up. I should go take a shower, erase this night from my skin, from my hair, from everywhere. But I remain there, nailed to the bed by the weight of what we've done.His scent is still on me. In my sheets, on my pillow, between my legs. Everywhere. I breathe it in despite myself, I soak in it, I d

 AURÉLIEThe day begins like a lie.I'm in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. My gestures are mechanical. Butter on the toast. Coffee filtering. The sun enters through the window, casting circles of light on the tiles, and all of this should be beautiful, should be peaceful, should be exactly what I dreamed of for months.We are all together.Béatrice and Lorenzo under the same roof as me.My belly against the table, my two loves within reach.So why do I have this knot in my throat?Why can't I stop th