Chapter 40

His eyelids were heavy, and his whole body hurt.

He felt crushed, completely broken.

When he finally opened his eyes, he saw the faint light of a dawn enter through the windows of the room.

That’s when he realized where he was.

That was not Lecomte’s room, and when his gaze ran through the wide room, he saw not far from the couch where he was, sitting in an armchair with his eyes closed, Rosalie.

Duncan looked at his watch, clocked five and fifteen in the morning.

He realized he was shirtless, and her remains were lying in a corner, she was covered in dried blood.

The man passed his hand on his belly and felt the bandage, his gaze returned to Rosalie, asleep.

Her face was marked by recent tears, as if she had spent the night veiling her sleep.

It touched him in a way that made him miss him terribly when he was your husband.

And it made him want to tell you who he really was.

When he tried to sit down, a remote that was on the couch fell to the floor, the noise woke her:

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