The following morning arrived, swift and silent. Gerard woke up, making preparations that hinted at an important meeting in his schedule. Every aspect of his attire was carefully chosen, each detail meticulously attended to. After perfecting the knot of his tie, he made his way to Amelie's room, where he discovered the door slightly ajar.Entering with the grace of a cat, Gerard found Amelie sleeping soundly. Her features bore an uncanny resemblance to Ivy, even in her slumber. The curve of her jaw, the way her hair gently fell over her face, all reminiscent of a painful past.Originally, Gerard had intended to gently wake her, inform her of his impending meeting, and reassure her that he might return late. However, as he gazed upon Amelie, so eerily similar to Ivy, he was momentarily mesmerized. He couldn't help himself; he leaned closer and, in that quiet moment, gently kissed her forehead, an act laced with both affection and inner turmoil. Amelie stirred slightly but remained deep
As they looked at Gerard, a bewildering mix of emotions played across their faces. Maria, sensing the tension, excused herself from the room, leaving Amelie and Gerard alone."Ivy, I knew it was you," Gerard exclaimed, enveloping her in an impulsive hug.Amelie, feeling confined, struggled to break free. "What are you insinuating?" she questioned, her tone challenging.Gerard released her, but his eyes were filled with conviction. "I know what I'm saying. That song, that melody—it's etched in my memory."Amelie, using her cane for support, rose from the piano, attempting to maintain composure. "Mr. Huxley, what's all this?"Gerard persisted, "I know. There's only one person who played this, and that's Ivy. It can't be a mere coincidence that you know this song."Amelie sighed, attempting to deflect. "When will this daydreaming of yours end, Gerard? I've said countless times that I'm not your wife. This is just a common song that everyone knows. I thought of playing it, that's all.""No
In the dimly lit room, Ella who was unable to control her inner turmoil, confronted the Senator, her eyes ablaze with a mix of anger and disbelief. She had just barged into the mansion and she wasn't stopped; she wasn't new to the house. The Senator was uprooted from his seat by Ella's questions and expressions. "Ella, what is all this nonsense you've been hearing?" the Senator attempted to feign innocence, his voice strained."Don't play games with me, Senator. I heard everything. Amelie being sold to men? Is that what you're up to?" Ella shot back, her words cutting through the air.The Senator sighed, realizing the charade was over. "Look, it's not as simple as you think. There are things you don't understand.""Things I don't understand? Like selling a woman to men? There's no excuse for that!" Ella's voice rose.The Senator, feeling cornered, leaned against the wall. "Ella, it's not what you think. There are... arrangements.""Arrangements? You're ruining someone's life for you
Gerard, still haunted by the echoes of Ivy's melody, found himself pacing restlessly in his room. The familiar tune lingered in the air, replaying the cherished moments he once had with Ivy. He reached for a bottle of whiskey, poured a generous amount into a glass, and took a long sip. The alcohol offered a temporary escape, but his mind remained entangled in a web of confusion.As he stared out the window, lost in thought, Maria approached hesitantly. She could sense the turmoil within Gerard and chose her words carefully."Mr. Huxley, is everything all right?" Maria asked with genuine concern.Gerard sighed heavily. "Maria, have you ever felt like the past is catching up with you, and there's nothing you can do to escape it?"Maria nodded, understanding the weight of nostalgia. "Sometimes, the past has a way of resurfacing, but it's essential to confront it."Gerard looked at Maria, contemplating her words. He decided to confide in her, "Ivy used to play that song. It was our song.
Nathan stormed into the Senator's office after Ella had left when they bumped into each other, his face still marked by the altercation at the park. The Senator, seemingly calm, gestured for him to sit. Nathan reluctantly took a seat, his anger palpable."So you've indeed given your wife to Huxley?Nathan demanded, unable to conceal his frustration.The Senator leaned back in his chair, adopting an air of nonchalance. "Calm down, Nathan. We can't afford unnecessary attention. We're in this together."Nathan, though seething, decided to hear the Senator out. "I want answers, Senator. What's the deal with Amelie, and why was Huxley involved?"The Senator leaned forward, his expression serious. "Nathan, my friend, you need to understand the delicacy of our situation. Amelie is a key element in a significant deal with Huxley. You can't just barge in and complicate things."Nathan's eyes narrowed. "It's seems like you don't want my offer, Senator and that's okay. Why call me here again?”Th
Amelie, pushed to a corner, decided to release the truth that she had guarded so fiercely. "Yes, I'm Ivy. So what?" she spat out, her words carrying an air of defiance, masking the vulnerability she felt.But Gerard, undeterred by her admission, confronted her with a gaze that sought understanding. "Why, Ivy? Why have you been hiding from me?" he questioned, his tone a blend of anguish and confusion.In response, Amelie lashed out, hurling hurtful words in an attempt to push him away. "Hiding from you was the only way to survive your twisted intentions, Gerard. You're the reason for all of this," she retorted, her bitterness pouring out.Gerard, though stung by her words, remained steadfast. "Ivy, please, come back to me. Be my wife again," he pleaded, his desperation evident.But Amelie, now resolute in her decision, rejected his plea. "How can I go back to my murderer?" she declared, her words hanging heavy in the air.In a last attempt to break through the walls she had built, Gera
Gerard stood in the midst of his conflicting responsibilities, torn between attending to his ailing grandfather and deciphering the tangled truth with Amelie. The Old man had urgently summoned him to Artea, and Gerard, grappling with a sense of duty, pondered whether he could manage both situations.His mind oscillated between Ivy, whose secrets had unfurled before him, and the frailty of the Old man. The urgency in his grandfather's call was undeniable, and he couldn't bring himself to refuse.As he weighed his options, Gerard contemplated the time constraints. Two days remained before the end of the month, and Ivy's one-month stay would conclude. Could he make it back in time to unravel the mysteries surrounding Ivy? Even though her identity was now revealed, there was more to be discovered. A sense of urgency surged within him, pushing him to decide promptly.Finally, Gerard reached a resolution. "William, prepare my luggage. We are leaving for Artea," he declared, his voice carryi
As Amelie poured out her painful past to Maria, a connection of trust and shared burden deepened between them. Maria, with sincere concern, couldn't help but wonder at the strength Amelie displayed in facing such hardships."Why change your identity, Ivy?" Maria asked gently, her eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and empathy.Amelie, turning toward Maria, extended her hand, inviting her to share the depths of her soul. As her fingers reached Maria's, Amelie began to unravel the tale that haunted her nights. It was a narrative of betrayal, heartbreak, and a descent into darkness."It was my birthday three years ago," Amelie began, her voice tinged with the weight of memories. "Gerard, my husband, arranged a surprise for me at a hotel. But the surprise was not the kind you'd cherish. Instead, I found him in the arms of my best friend, Mia."Maria's eyes widened with shock, her hand tightening around Amelie's. The betrayal cut deep, leaving scars that would linger for years to come.