The day he discovered she was expecting a girl, he drove her away like a stranger. Yet, just a few weeks later, he spent a fortune so that his mistress could give birth to a boy in a private clinic. What he didn’t know was that fate, on that very 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 beneath a golden sky. In their apartment in the Amandiers district, Nora moved slowly, one hand resting on her belly, ready to give life. She whispered to her child:
— “Hold on, my little treasure… soon I’ll see you.”
Victor, meanwhile, didn’t even look up. Since the beginning of the pregnancy, the gentle man she had married had vanished, replaced by a cold, irritable shadow. Everything irritated him: her breathing, her restless nights, her slow movements.
One evening, as Nora was putting away tiny baby onesies, he said bluntly:
— “Next month, you’ll give birth at your parents’ place, in Montbrun. It’ll cost me three times less there.”
She turned pale.
— “Victor… I’m full term. The trip is long. What 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 wrapped 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 luxury suite at the Val-Blanc Clinic, certain he was about to live a glorious moment.
When the day came, he bragged 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, swollen with pride… until the door opened.
And his smile froze.
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Standing before him was Madame Delmas, straight as a wall.
— “I’ve come to see this famous son you’re boasting about.”
When he tried to stammer an excuse, she calmly took out an envelope.
— “A DNA test. I requested it. The result: this child has no connection to you. None at all.”
Victor turned ashen.
— “That’s impossible… Lina told me…”
— “Yes. She lied to you. Just as you lied to my daughter. You cast her out because she was carrying a girl, and you wasted your money raising another man’s child.”
She put the papers away 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. Everything else collapsed: bills, debts, Lina’s disappearance, the apartment seized.
In Montbrun, Nora was healing. On the terrace of the family home, she rocked her daughter while watching the light glide over the hills. Her mother said softly:
— “Life always sets things right. You gained love. He harvested nothing but the lesson.”
Nora kissed her baby. For the first time in a long while, she finally felt free.
