All Chapters of The scent of Omega : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ryse felt her world crumbling.The hot water cascaded over Ryse's skin, washing away the shivers that had run through her since she woke up. But she knew it was just an illusion. Nothing could wash away the filth she felt deep inside.She scrubbed her skin again and again, until the pain finally overwhelmed the crushing weight of her anguish.When she stepped out of the bathroom, the silence of the house felt unnatural. She dressed slowly, her breathing coming in ragged gasps. Her heart still pounded irregularly, as if her own body refused to settle.Finally, she took a deep breath and left her room. Each step toward the living room felt heavy.When she reached it, she found Léonie sitting in her favorite armchair, a cup of tea in her hands. Her features were calm, but her piercing gaze immediately analyzed Ryse with restrained gentleness."You're finally up," she murmured.Ryse nodded, unable to utter a word.Léonie set down her cup and folded her hands in her lap."Nigel's gone." Ry

Nigel, overwhelmed by the gravity of the accusations, stood frozen, unable to move. “I… I’m sorry.” That was all he managed to say, his voice barely audible. But even those words rang hollow. He had done something irreparably wrong. He had never wanted this, but now that he was in it, he didn’t know how to get out.Ryse moved slowly away from everyone, her eyes filled with hatred and sorrow. “Don’t ever touch me again.” Her words were icy, and she headed for the door. She needed to leave, to be alone, far from all this, far from him.But before she could leave the room, Leonie placed a hand on her shoulder. “Ryse, I know you’re devastated, but you can’t just leave like this.” She turned sharply toward her, her eyes blazing with anger. “Let me go, Leonie. I want nothing more to do with this house, or with him. I’m leaving.”But at those words, Nigel lost all control. He stood up abruptly, strode quickly toward her, and, in a swift, uncontrolled movement, seized her hand with a force th

Ryse stopped abruptly, breathless.Inside, seated in one of the large armchairs, was Nigel, neatly dressed, his expression impassive. A man in a suit—the Harris family lawyer—was professionally flipping through documents.Leonie was also there, standing nearby with her arms crossed and a hard look on her face.“So you refuse any ceremony?” she asked calmly.“Yes, we’ll just sign the papers. I don’t see any difference.”“Mr. Harris, are you sure of your decision? Traditionally, a wedding in your family is a significant event.”“I don’t care about traditions,” Nigel said coldly. “There’s no love between us, so why pretend?” Ryse felt a dull ache pierce her chest. She knew, of course. She knew he didn’t want this wedding. But to hear him say those words so brutally, as if she were nothing… it was a blow she hadn't anticipated.She took a step back, her instinct telling her to flee, but at the same moment, Leonie turned her head toward her.“Ryse, come here.”Every muscle in her body tens

Nigel, overwhelmed by the gravity of the accusations, stood frozen, unable to move. “I… I’m sorry.” That was all he managed to say, his voice barely audible. But even those words rang hollow. He had done something irreparably wrong. He had never wanted this, but now that he was in it, he didn’t know how to get out.Ryse moved slowly away from everyone, her eyes filled with hatred and sorrow. “Don’t ever touch me again.” Her words were icy, and she headed for the door. She needed to leave, to be alone, far from all this, far from him.But before she could leave the room, Leonie placed a hand on her shoulder. “Ryse, I know you’re devastated, but you can’t just leave like this.” She turned sharply toward her, her eyes blazing with anger. “Let me go, Leonie. I want nothing more to do with this house, or with him. I’m leaving.”But at those words, Nigel lost all control. He stood up abruptly, strode quickly toward her, and, in a swift, uncontrolled movement, seized her hand with a force th

Fourteen days had passed since Nigel had left her here. Two weeks during which she had learned to exist in this foreign place, surrounded by women who didn't judge her, but who, for the most part, didn't understand her either.A routine had settled in. She woke early, ate her meals in silence, and spent the rest of the day walking in the garden or reading the few books she had found in the manor's library. No one forced her to speak. No one asked her questions.She could have grown accustomed to it if it weren't for the feeling of emptiness that never left her.That morning, as she sat by a window, a cup of lukewarm tea in her hands, the housekeeper entered the room quietly."Madam, Lord Nigel called. He will come by tomorrow morning to accompany you to your first medical appointment." Ryse slowly set down her cup, her gaze fixed. Nigel.Since he left, he hadn't tried to see her. He hadn't sent her any messages, any news. Just icy silence.And now, he was coming back.“Very well,” she