Chapter 38 Section thirty-seven

A minute ago, Jean-Marc would have wished to explain something, to admit his deceit, but the four rebuttals which had been repeated back and forth had made it impossible to continue the conversation.He could no longer justify anything.Because this house does belong to her, not to him.She says he puts himself in a gorgeous void that costs nothing, and that's also true.He took a fifth of her money, and their entire relationship was based on a tacit mutual recognition that they never minded this inequality. They were all standing there, facing each other on either side of the table.She drew an envelope from her handbag, tore it open, and unfolded the paper; here was the letter he had just written, hardly an hour before.She doesn't hide anything anymore.He knew she was making a decision.She read the letter in his presence, which she was supposed to keep secret, without the least bit of unease.Then she put it back in her handbag and glanced at Jean almost indifferently.With a glance, Mark walked into her bedroom without saying a word.

He was considering what she had said again: "No one has the right to open my closet and rummage through my personal belongings." She must have sensed, God knows how, that he already knew the letters and who put them. local.Her purpose was to tell him that she already knew everything and that she didn't care.She has made up her mind to live as she sees fit, and will no longer think about him.From now on, she will read her love letters in front of him.Her dissatisfaction foreshadows the absence of Jean-Marc.For her, he was no longer here, she had driven him out of her heart. She stayed in her room for a long time, and he could hear the sound of the vacuum cleaner taking away the mess left by the intruders and bringing everything back into order.Then she went into the kitchen.Ten minutes later, she called him.They sat at the table and ate a simple cold meal.For the first time in their life together, they didn't say a word. (Ou) How quickly did they finish those cold meals that were already tasteless?She went back to her room again, Jean-Marc didn't know what to do (and couldn't do anything), he put on his pajamas and collapsed on the double bed where they usually lay together.But that night, she didn't come out of her room.Time passed by, and he still couldn't sleep.Finally, he rolled out of bed and put his ear to her door.He heard regular breathing.He told himself that she was not as fragile as he thought.Maybe he was wrong when he thought of himself as strong and her as weak.

In fact, who is the strong one?When they are in the middle of the love zone, maybe he really is the strong one.But when love slipped from their feet, she was strong and he was weak.