Todos os capítulos de The Revenge of One Humiliated: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

ÉlianorWe sit down at the table, face to face, our hands touch, our eyes look at each other, our hearts beat, our souls speak to each other, without words, without noise, without anything but this presence, this life, this love, everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love. Viviane takes a deep breath, she closes her eyes, she opens them again, she looks at me, she looks at me with her eyes that are mine, that are those of my children, that are those of Marcus, that are those of this family we are building, stone by stone, day after day, hope after hope, forgiveness after forgiveness, love after love, and she begins to speak, she begins to tell, to say, to share, to give, to offer, to love, everything she lived through, everything she endured, everything she suffered, everything she lost, everything she gave, everything she sacrificed, everything she sold, everything she betrayed, everything she a

 Viviane looks at me, she looks at me for a long time, a very long time, with her eyes that are mine, that are those of my children, that are those of Marcus, that are those of this family we are building, stone by stone, day after day, hope after hope, forgiveness after forgiveness, love after love, and she says to me, in a voice that is nothing more than a whisper, a voice that comes from somewhere inside her she had never explored, a child's voice, a voice that is afraid, a voice that is in pain, a voice that hopes, a voice that believes, a voice that loves, a voice that tells the truth, the truth she hid, that she fled, that she forgot, for twenty-four years, for a whole life, for a whole existence, and that is here, now, before her, before me, before us, waiting, hoping, fearing, dreading, wishing, wanting to come out, to free itself, to be spoken, to be lived, at last, after all these years, after all these lies, after all these fears, after all these flights, at

ÉlianorViviane takes a deep breath, she closes her eyes, she opens them, she looks at me, she looks at me with her eyes that are mine, that are my children's, that are Marcus's, that are this family's we are building, stone by stone, day after day, hope after hope, forgiveness after forgiveness, love after love, and she continues, she continues to recount, to say, to share, to give, to offer, to love, everything she lived, everything she endured, everything she suffered, everything she lost, everything she gave, everything she sacrificed, everything she sold, everything she betrayed, everything she abandoned, everything she left, everything she forgot, everything, everything, everything.— Sabrina was my friend, she says in a voice that trembles, that cracks, that breaks, a voice that comes from somewhere inside her she had never explored, a child's voice, a voice that is afraid, a voice that hurts, a voice that hopes, a voice that believes, a voice that loves, a voice that tells the

— Not yet, she says in a voice that is nothing more than a whisper, a voice that comes from somewhere inside her she had never explored, a child's voice, a voice that is afraid, a voice that hurts, a voice that hopes, a voice that believes, a voice that loves, a voice that says "not yet, Mom, not yet, I am not ready, I haven't had time to prepare myself, to reflect, to accept, to forgive, to love, not yet, Mom, not yet, I need time, time for myself, time for you, time for us, time to learn to be your daughter, to be your family, to be your life, your heart, your soul, everything you have, everything you are, everything you will be, not yet, Mom, not yet, but soon, soon, I promise you, soon, you will be able to meet them, to see them, to touch them, to feel them, to love them, you will be able to take them in your arms, hold them against you, tell them that you are their grandmother, that you love them, that you will always love them, whatever happens, whatever they do, whatever they s

ÉlianorWe go home, Marcus drives, I look out the window, I look at the streets, the buildings, the people, everything that is there, everything that lives, everything that exists, without knowing, without understanding, without imagining, that I have met my mother, my real mother, the one who carried me, brought me into the world, held me in her arms, the one who loved me, who lost me, who looked for me, who found me, who loved me, and that everything has changed, that everything has shifted, that everything has been rebuilt, loved, forgiven, saved, perhaps, one day, if I want, if I can, if I still can, after all these years, after all these lies, after all these fears, after all these flights, if I want to be her daughter, if she wants to be my mother, if we want to be a family, if we want to find each other, talk to each other, love each other, live, finally, after all these years, after all these lies, after all these fears, after all these flights, together, for good, forever, wh