News or novel 1: The attempt of love

<< For the family, please, for us! >>

When my father told me that, my heart broke.

He wanted me to marry a wealthy nobleman because the family business went bankrupt because of the new competitor who had just moved to Brignay, a small town in Normandy, France.

<<Okay, I'll go, I'll go get married to Vincent de Richerieux. >>

Following this sentence, I renounced all, all my so-called freedom that I aspired from my childhood, being born before the marriage. I was the laughingstock of the Fleury family.

From here, my journey lasted three weeks, three weeks of nightmare between the trip in locker and my marriage with M. de Richerieux, who I discovered to have only one year more than me, 17 years.

Finally, that night I was going to discover "the joy of marriage" as my dear mother told me. I was tense, but eager to discover what all women aspire to on wedding night. I was waiting for him in the bridal chamber when he arrived, half-dressed. Then I blushed in front of this scene, I said to myself: if it is him, I could love him, I would try. I believe it, I could do it.

Lying down on me, he said to me: << Let yourself fall, I'll catch you, always. >>

Under this tender promise of love, I wanted to believe it, I let myself be, in his arms until the early morning. The next day, my husband was all tender, he even massaged my sore body.

Over time, I saw him disappear from my bed, he left in the day and came back several hours later. I began to worry, will he escape, like all the others? So at noon I asked him questions about this affair. He only gave me vague answers, which increased my anguish, so that I had trouble falling asleep for several nights,

So, once, when I was doing embroidery in a deafening silence, near the window of our room, which then had a black sky lit up by light with droplets falling from the sky, in such a way as to make me shudder with fear, as in the books where such a scene predicted a future misfortune.

I continued my art until I heard sounds that could make you think of a woman 's huffing. I identified the origin of the sound in the storage room.

And I saw, I saw my husband hold a red-haired woman in his arms. But of the couple, it was the woman who noticed me first, and who told me:

<< Good morning, my dear sister, it seems that you were happy. I bet you thought you could be free, never forget, I always took everything, I'll take you that one again. >>