Between Love and Betrayal

where desire finds a silent but irresistible path. That evening, the rain fell insistently, tapp

ature itself was rebelling against the stillness of her life. She was tired of these monotonous days, these cold meals in the company of a silent Henri, this frozen atmosphere that n

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aid, a smile that was both amused and mysterious

rain behind him seemed to envelop him in an aura, like a living painting. His gaze was both curious and... provoca

n," she answered, almost surprised by her

had this relaxed, carefree, almost uncertain air, as if nothing could really touch him. That w

uggested suddenly, his eyes s

m prying eyes. It was crazy. It seemed like madness, and yet... The idea itself drew her

Maxime held out his hand, and Lena took it without hesitation. The contact of his skin against hers electrified her. Eac

the silence that was woven between them like a secret. Then, without her expecting

... it's like a

ce to him, surpri

t we carry inside us, like a catharsis. And sometimes, we need to let ourselve

e her at that moment was charged with a promise, a silent promise that he addressed only to her. There was a

erent," she whispere

nothing were more natural. "You just ha

ething even stronger, an invisible force that united them, drew them towards each other. Lena, although aware of the situation, di

ntly turned his face towards her. There was a glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes, an

not a game. What we have, this bond... I thin

rmulate in her mind. But she couldn't. It wasn't possible. She was married to He

e. It's not fai

ad look. He took a step forward, closing the distanc

nuing to fall around them. She knew what she fel

o turned around with a start. It was Henry,

for tonight," he said, his voice thick wi

n unchanged. Then, with a simple gesture, he turned on

into her chest. It wasn't just the cold of the rain that was penetrating her, it was something much

he inner storm she was experiencing was much more violent than that of

he incident the day before, but there was a coldness that had settled between them. Lena avoided his eyes, fleeing this confrontatio

rds him, his hands sliding over her arms, and before she could even react, his lips met hers. The kiss was brief, but fiery, powerful, a gesture of

art pounding. Maxime's eyes, bright and desperate, met he