The day he discovered she was expecting a girl, he had driven her away like a stranger. Yet, a few weeks later, he had spent a fortune to have his mistress give birth to a boy in a private clinic. What he didn’t know was that fate, on that very same day, was about to close a trap from which he would never escape.
That morning, Rivière-sur-Mont, a small, sunlit town in the South, awoke under a golden sky. In their apartment in the Amandiers district, Nora moved slowly, one hand resting on her belly, ready to bring life into the world. She whispered to her child:
— “Hold on, my little treasure… soon, I will see you.”
Victor, however, didn’t even look up. Since the beginning of the pregnancy, the gentle man she had married had disappeared, replaced by a cold, irritable shadow. Everything exasperated him: her breathing, her restless nights, her slow movements.
One evening, as Nora was putting away tiny onesies, he said:
— “Next month, you’ll give birth at your parents’ in Montbrun. It’ll cost me three times less there.”
She paled.
— “Victor… I’m full term. The trip is long. And if I…”
— “You’ll manage.”
Two days later, eyes burning but head held high, Nora boarded a train to Montbrun. Her mother, Madame Delmas, was waiting on the platform and enveloped her in a protective embrace.
Meanwhile, Victor rushed to Lina Marek, his young assistant, convinced she would give him “his son.” He paid for a suite at the Val-Blanc Clinic, sure he was about to experience a glorious moment.
When the day came, he boasted everywhere about the birth of “his heir.” But a few minutes later, a nurse came to fetch him to sign some documents. He walked down the corridor, swelling with pride… until the door opened.
And his smile froze.
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Standing before him was Madame Delmas, as upright as a wall.
— “I came to see this so-called son you’re boasting about.”
When he tried to stammer an excuse, she calmly pulled out an envelope.
— “A DNA test. I requested it. Result: this child has no relation to you. None.”
Victor went pale.
— “That’s impossible… Lina told me…”
— “Yes. She lied to you. Just as you lied to my daughter. You drove her away because she was carrying a girl, and you wasted your money raising someone else’s child.”
She put away the papers and concluded:
— “Nora is doing very well. She gave birth to a beautiful little girl. And above all… she no longer needs a coward.”
The door closed behind her. The rest collapsed: bills, debts, Lina’s disappearance, the seized apartment.
In Montbrun, Nora was healing. On the terrace of the family home, she rocked her daughter, watching the light glide over the hills. Her mother said softly:
— “Life always sets things right. You’ve gained love. He has only learned a lesson.”
Nora kissed her baby. For the first time in a long while, she finally felt free.
