The revenge of the billionaire's woman

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spers in the darkness of their room. She remembered their beginnings, the intense passion that had consumed them, the infinite tenderness she felt every time he looked at her. To he

r gestures had become more spaced out, the glances had become more distant. Mélissa had felt this void growing between them, without ever understanding its origin. She told her

ition or a dull worry that never left her. Whatever it was, she had felt the irresistible need to see h

idea of surprising him. She imagined him at his desk, perhaps immersed in a complicated file.

in apnea, her soft steps on the ground. There, in the darkness of the living room, she saw him leaning tow

any childhood memories, so many confidences. But that evening, the scene she saw looked nothing like a simple family exchang

for a rational explanation. Maybe she was misinterpreting the situation, that it was j

intimate, a tone she hadn't heard in months. The scene was disappearing beneath her, like a collapsing floor. Sh

rned around abruptly, a flash of panic crossing his face. Anna sat up a

hear you come in," he

is exchange between them, this tender gesture, this knowing look... everything was engraved in her,

tried to meet her sister's gaze, but she stubbornly stared at the

treaming down her cheeks. "Melissa, it'

oping to find an explanation in his eyes, proof that it was a misunderstanding. But his silence spoke volumes. Sh

ard noises behind her, but she refused to turn around. His thoughts were in disarray, his heart shattered into

om. How could he have done this to her? How could she have been so blind, so trusting? She

iced. Then, at dawn, a decision emerged from his grief. She couldn't stay here any longer. Not after that. She needed to rebuild hers

gathered clothes, personal objects, without looking at the memories around her. All this no longer

this place filled with memories. She felt a pang in her heart, but a breath o

her husband. He stood there, looking tired, his features marked by a sleep

ain? » she replied, her voice trembling. "I saw what I

you think...An

ck tears. "Don't tell me you didn't destroy everything we had. If you stil

hold her back, but he found none. Melissa felt a wave of pity mixed wi

use which had sheltered their memories. Her steps were heavy, but a feeling of liberation was beginning to arise within her. She knew the