All Chapters of The Revenge of One Humiliated: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"I am sure, Ms. Hammond, I am one hundred percent sure, the evidence is here, it is formal, irrefutable, scientific, administrative, legal, everything corroborates, everything corresponds, everything shows that Sabrina Fabron is not your mother, that your mother is Viviane Delcourt, born Viviane Moreau, that your father is Gérard Fabron, that you are their daughter, their only daughter, their legitimate daughter, their beloved daughter, their daughter who was stolen from them, who was raised in lies, who was made to grow up in the illusion that she had a mother who was not her own, a life that was not her own, a story that was not her own, and that you have the right, you have the duty, you have the necessity to know, to understand, to search, to find, to meet this woman, this mother, this Viviane who carried you, gave birth to you, held you in her arms, who loved you, who lost you, who perhaps looked for you, who perhaps is waiting for you, who perhaps is hoping for yo

Élianor I come home from the hospital with red eyes, trembling hands, a heart empty and full at the same time, empty of what I have lost, full of what I have found, this truth, this pain, this love, this forgiveness that is coming, that is coming slowly, gently, like a rising tide, covering everything, drowning everything, carrying everything away in its path, the lies, the secrets, the crimes, everything that was hidden, buried, interred, for twenty-four years, for my whole life, for this whole life that was stolen from me, that was taken from me, that was hidden from me, that was done to me, and that I am going to take back, now, because it is time, because the hour has come, because it is now, now that I know, now that I understand, now that I accept, now that I want, that I can, that I am going to live, really live, without fear, without doubt, without flight, without lies, without anything other than love, joy, peace, everything I deserve, everyth

Élianor Sabrina's house is empty, it has been empty since she was arrested, empty since the police came, empty since the seals were placed, removed, replaced, empty since I came, with the key I had kept, that I had always had, that I had never used, because I had never had a reason to enter here, her home, the home of the one I believed was my mother, the home of the one who was never my mother, the home of the one who stole my mother's place, stole her life, stole her husband, stole her daughter, stole everything that was not hers, everything she should never have had, everything she took, kept, protected, defended, loved, hated, destroyed, annihilated, erased. The house smells stale, empty, absent, it smells of what Sabrina left behind, this life she built, she stole, she kept, she defended, she protected, until the end, until the finish, until everything collapsed, crumbled, disappeared, like a house of cards a single breath is enough

Marcus squeezes my hand, he squeezes it tight, he squeezes it as one squeezes something one does not want to lose, does not want to let go of, does not want to abandon, and he tells me, in a voice that is his own, that has always been his own, that will always be his own, whatever happens, whatever I do, whatever I say, whatever I choose:"I will be there, Élianor, I will be there for everything, to search, to find, to understand, to discover, to confront, to fight, to win, to lose, to start over, to hope, to believe, to love, to be there, always there, whatever happens, whatever you do, whatever you say, whatever you choose, I will be there, because I love you, because I have never loved anyone but you, because I will never love anyone but you, because you, you are the only one, the only one, the only one, and because I want to be there, I want to be there when you find Viviane, when you meet her, when you talk to her, when you know her, when you love her, I want to be there to hold

Lola's voice, my daughter's voice, the voice that pulls me from the abyss, that brings me back to the surface, that tells me I am here, that I am alive, that my children are here, that they are alive, that they are safe, for now, for this moment, for this second, for this minute, for this hour, but after, after, what will happen, what will come to pass, what will become of us, of our lives, of our happiness, of our future, of everything we built, everything we loved, everything we wanted, everything we hoped for, everything we believed in, everything we were, everything we are, everything we will be?I get up, I hide the letter in my pocket, I smile at Lola, I tell her that everything is fine, that everything is fine, that mom is just tired, that mom took a little fall, that mom is clumsy, that mom is a mom like any other, a mom who falls, who gets up, who smiles, who says everything is fine, even when everything is wrong, even when everything is collapsing, even when everything is cr