All Chapters of Immeasurable Love - Book 4: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nora made the decision to sit at the first table she found; later, and after ordering two coffees, he did not stop visually murdering the woman sitting right in front of him. Angy was corrupted, broken, knowing herself guilty for the crime she had committed, catapulting her out of all that was acceptable. Her eyes moved at frantic speed, placing her eyeballs anywhere away from her sister's. The lower lip of his mouth was trembling stealthily, and his awkward way of hiding it was by bringing the cup of coffee next to his mouth, even if he was barely drinking. On the contrary, Nora waited eagerly, just as a predator eagerly waits to hunt down its helpless prey. He moved his hands across the table, hardly bothering to blink; He didn't want to miss a single detail about the body confession Angy was showing without being aware of it. For an actress, that role was really bad. He had everything to lose, and it w

Nora returned home, and spent the whole day alone, orphaned of complicity and support. Dorian would have gone to work — or so he supposed — so he would have no company until the evening. So he took the opportunity to retaliate, drinking one glass after another. He was not doing it quickly, if not trying to savor each drink to its last consequences. He had already tried everything; He had cornered them separately, and what had he achieved other than suffering from an ailment that went beyond the physical and emotional? They hadn't said anything he didn't already know: lies and more lies, justifications everywhere, betrayals that were repeated ad nauseam, with their putrid smell penetrating his guts, to the marrow, with his heart broken and his head assaulted by the fear. An atrocious, voracious, insensitive, stealthy fear that was capable of collapsing all her veins so that she would receive a common message poin

"And what is the way for you?" He reached over and put a hand on her chest, pressing back. Are you going to tell me that the best thing I can do is stay here, doing nothing for my happiness, while I watch how our marriage or what little remains of it is spoiled? Do you think I can be the faithful, patient and docile woman who waits for you at home while you spend the day away? Do you really think I don't know what happens? Who have you taken me for? Do you think you can use me at will?Dorian ran a hand through his hair. His jaw was too tight, about to break, and his pupils were dilated. He looked sick.

She was so focused on not moving that she could clearly and accurately perceive the arrhythmic sound of the heart. He danced and stumbled in a kind of slow and meticulous waltz, saturated with traps and cornered at the end of the room. His lungs expanded and then returned to their place. The air came out orderly but it was not exactly order that reigned there. The minutes continued to pass, voracious and unstoppable, messing everything up to an irreconcilable melting point, getting him to think again about what he was striving to erase. And the worst thing had been his message. The tone so cold… The only thing that crossed his mind was the idea that the tables had turned. What if Dorian had changed his mind? Did he want to leave her? No, that was impossible. He couldn't do such a thing to her. Not being in his state. It would be too serious, a very serious crime… But Nora also had her own na

The shadow of the most lethal and deadly treachery ended up sowing itself throughout his bloodstream. The pain she experienced went beyond the thresholds of sensory perception, straying too far from the merely bearable, and the blast inside her body outshined the monumental Hiroshima blast by far. His throat closed, trapping the air that he was so desperate to get afloat; the corners of his lips sealed the cry that surely would have been the most overwhelming to date, and even the moisture in his crystalline eyes turned to sand and fire, an unmarked desert that brought dire news: there could be nothing worse than that. Lurking in the shadows, her tongue perpetually muted until she was almost speechless, Nora had witnessed the masterful lie that had succeeded up to that point. He had been able to see with all five senses so as not to miss any detail of that crime, while the happy and stable memories of his