All Chapters of The Revenge of One Humiliated: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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Chapter 101: The Tipping Point 1

Élianor"We slept together, and you fell asleep in the middle of it mumbling something about a beach," he continues, his eyes bright with laughter."I was dreaming of you, you idiot!"The words escape before I can stop them.His smile fades, replaced by something softer, more intense. His eyes darken."You were dreaming of me?"I feel the blush rising to my cheeks. My ears are burning. My whole body must be scarlet."It was a dream, nothing special, stupid stuff...""What was happening in this dream, Élianor?"His voice has become deeper. He moves closer, the sheet slips again, I see his abs, that line I traced with my fingers, that skin I..."Nothing. Nothing was happening.""You lie badly.""I lie very well, usually.""Not with me."He's very close now. I could count his eyelashes. I could reach out and touch his skin. I could...FOOTSTEPS ON THE STAIRS.Fast footsteps. Multiple. Heavy."ÉLIANOR? YOU SCREAMED! IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?"Matha's voice. She has a master key. The one she

Chapter 102 : The Tipping Point 2

I want to be outraged. I want to protest. I want to deny everything outright.But a fit of laughter starts rising in me too.A nervous, absurd, totally uncontrollable fit of laughter.We both laugh like madwomen, sitting on that disheveled bed, in the polar cold, while outside, somewhere in the garden, a completely naked man tries to survive the Quebec winter without being spotted."It's Marcus?" she finally asks, wiping her eyes.I don't answer. My silence is an answer."Of course it's Marcus. Who else could it be? He's been circling around you for long enough, that one. And you playing tough, not interested, 'I hate him more than anything'...""I hate him, I swear.""Really? Because usually, when you truly hate someone, you don't end up naked in bed with them.""He slept on the couch! At first! I don't know how he came upstairs!""You don't know how he came upstairs.""No!""And the window, is that for airing out?""Yes! I mean no! It's for..."I stammer, I get mixed up, and Matha l

Chapter 103: The Crazy Breakfast

I look up at him. He looks at me. That intensity. That mixture of tenderness and desire I've seen in his eyes for six months. Since the first time he rang my doorbell. Since that night, six years ago, which I barely remember, from which I have only kept sensations, impressions, fragments."Why do you do this?" I ask."What?""Look at me like that. Chase after me. Be there, all the time, waiting."He thinks. His fingers, under mine, are only just beginning to warm up. He takes his time, as if weighing every word, every syllable."Because I never forgot," he finally says.My heart stops. One second. Two. Three. Time stands still."That night. Six years ago. You, drunk, desperate, magnificent. Me, passing through for a contract. One night. Just one night. And I never forgot."I want to pull my hands away. He holds them back."The next day, I went back to London. I tried to forget you. I couldn't. For years, I searched. I didn't know your name, I didn't know where you came from, I just kn

Chapter 104: The Presence

Élianor"MARCUS!"They throw themselves at him, assailing him with hugs and questions. Léon clings to his legs, Lola reaches out her arms for him to pick her up. He laughs, lifts them both at the same time with an ease that tightens my heart. He is strong. He is gentle. He looks at them as if they were the most precious thing in the world."So, little wolves, how are you this morning?""Were you cold?" asks Léon."Why were you naked?" follows up Lola."Did you catch death?""Do you have a boo-boo?"He laughs again, sets them down on the floor, crouches to their level."I'm fine, I promise. Just a little cold, but I warmed up. And you, did you sleep well?""Yes!" they answer in unison."Good. Because I brought croissants."He takes out of his bag a paper bag from which a delicious smell escapes. The twins shout with joy and rush to the table. Matha helps them sit down, distributes the croissants, pours orange juice.And I stay there, standing, watching the scene without participating.

Chapter 105: Meetings and Emptiness

ÉlianorThe meeting room is immense, bathed in cold light filtering through the picture windows. Around the glass table, twelve people are waiting for me. The leaders of the main businesses in town. My competitors, my partners, my dependents. Men and women in suits, calculating looks, obligatory smiles.I enter.Everyone stands."Sit down," I say without slowing down.I reach my place, at the end of the table, facing them all. The place of power. I sit down, put down my bag, cross my legs. The leather of my chair creaks slightly. The silence is absolute."Let's begin."The meeting lasts two hours. Two hours of figures, projections, acquisitions, projects. They look at me with respect, with fear, with envy. I own ninety percent of the businesses in this town. I could ruin them all by snapping my fingers. They know it. They watch every word, every gesture."Élianor, we would like to propose a partnership for the new shopping center...""No.""But we studied the file carefully, and the p

Chapter 106: The Evening That Changes Everything

ÉlianorThe living room is bathed in a soft twilight, only lit by the flames of the fireplace. On the sofa, Marcus is asleep, the twins snuggled against him on each side. Léon has his head on his shoulder, mouth slightly open, a dribble stain on Marcus's sweater. Lola holds his hand, pressed against her chest, as if afraid he might disappear.The scene is heartbreakingly beautiful.I stand motionless in the doorway, holding my breath, as if the slightest movement could shatter this moment of grace. The firelight dances on their faces, creating moving shadows that make them even more unreal, even more perfect.This is a family.Not the meetings, not the power, not the money. This. A father and his children, asleep together, in peace.Matha appears behind me, places a hand on my shoulder."I told you," she murmurs. "To die for cute."I don't answer. I can't. Tears come to my eyes, and I force them back with the strength of despair."Sit down," says Matha, gently pushing me toward an arm

CHAPTER 107: THE EVIDENCE

Marcus The house is silent. That particular evening silence, when the night has already swallowed everything outside and the wood stove hums softly in the corner of the living room. I am sitting on the couch, a cup of tea in my hands, looking at the photo Léon gave me this afternoon. A small, crumpled piece of paper, pulled from his coat pocket with the pride of a king revealing his treasure. "Here, Marcus, this is for you. So you remember us when you're alone." His chubby fingers, still stained with chocolate, pressed the snapshot into my palm with touching solemnity. Lola, seeing this, wanted to give something too, but she found noth

CHAPTER 108: THE EMPIRE OF ICE

Élianor Nine o'clock in the morning. The meeting room is crowded. Twenty-three people around the table, standing, waiting for me. Twenty-three tense, anxious, greedy faces. Lawyers in three-piece suits, notaries with oily smiles, representatives of the owning family, chartered accountants, legal advisors.But I'm thinking of him, of what I did: I kissed him, I shouldn't have.The Delorme and Sons company. The oldest hardware store in the region, founded in 1923 by the great-grandfather of the current owner. One hundred years of history, one hundred years of service, one hundred years of loyalty. And today, one hundred years that end. Because of me. By my wi

CHAPTER 109: THE INSISTENCE

Élianor The car rolls slowly through the snowy streets. Streetlights pass by, casting moving shadows on the dashboard. Marcus is sitting next to me, silent, respecting my muteness, present without being intrusive. I feel his gaze on me, from time to time. Not insistent, just present. Just there. Like a light caress on my skin. "Why did you come?" I finally ask. "Because you had a difficult day. Because the police business tomorrow is weighing on you. Because I wanted to be there." "I told you no."

CHAPTER 110: MEMORIES OF THE NIGHT

ÉlianorIt's three o'clock in the morning. I am awake, eyes wide open in the dark, staring at the ceiling I cannot see. The alarm clock reads 03:17 in red digits dancing in the darkness. Outside, the snow has stopped falling, giving way to a muffled, almost unreal silence.I think of him.Of that night, six years ago.Why now? Why tonight? Why are these memories surfacing after so many years of burial?Because he is here. Because he came back. Because he loves me.I close my eyes, and the images come, fragmented, disordered, like a film whose reels have been mixed up.London. A bar. I am alone at the counter, drunk, desperate. I fled that city, those people, that life. I left everything, abandoned everything behind me. I don't know where to go, I don't know what to do. I drink to forget, to drown the shame, the rage, the pain.That night, he said to me:"You are beautiful," he said at one point.I laugh, a bitter, broken laugh."I'm ugly on the inside.""No one is ugly on the inside.

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