After the Marquis was notified of the presence of the Marchioness, he immediately left my room.
This news undoubtedly triggered him.
I needed to know what was gonna happen, so,
I got up from bed, and supported by a stick i started searching inside the room.
"If I remember correctly, there should be a secret room in this place."
After 10 minutes I finally found it.
*coff-coff* "Oh my God!, it's so dirty in here!"; leaving out the fact that it was incredibly filthy there; that place enabled me to see and hear very well, the only thing I had to keep very well in mind was to not to be discovered.
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--Bedroom of the Marchioness-
"Annette , how do i look?": March. Yvonne
"Madam,the dress fits you perfectly; and then the color ,the model , enhance your figure and makes you appear younger":Annette
"ha.. ha, come on Anne, now don't exaggerate":Marquise
"If it weren't for these wrinkles, all men would drool over me...": Yvonne
....
"*Hmm*...Anne ,do you know ?... once your lady was the most powerful and desired woman of high society;...All because of that nincompoop of my father!, if he hadn't accepted that deal...by now I'd be queen;...how much I'd give to go back to the good old days!": Yvonne
...
*clomp-clomp*
...
*clomp-clomp*
..
But.... , after all, these dresses are fabulous , we should visit that boutique more often."
"I agree with you, my lady":Anne
"*Uhm*... Annette, remind me to ask him to increase my liquidity, since he's back now... we must take advantan-."
*BLAM*
"*Aaaaaaah!! **orgh*":Marquise
"YVONNE!... *anf-anf*":Ludwig
"*Ah!*... Welcome back my dear...;Oh my God !look at your appearance!.. ah ah I've always said "too much stress is bad-""
"How dare you harm my daughter!!"*anf-anf*
...
"What do you mean?!": Yvonne
"YOU KNOW VERY WELL WHAT I MEAN, ALL THESE YEARS ... YOU NEVER WROTE TO ME; YOU KEPT ME IN THE DARK OF EVERYTHING!".
"I thought that on my return, you had changed for the better but... I WAS WRONG!"
"and now my poor daughter... is sick; it's all your fault!"
"No! That's not true!!! the fact that she was born weak it's absolutely not my fault!! ,
..AFTEREVERYTHING, SHE'S NOT-":Yvonne
*Sbam! *
"Enough! , I can't stand you anymore. YOU DON'T REALIZE THAT , APART FROM SPENDING MY MONEY ON FRIVOLITY , YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS, YOU HAVE NOTHING THAT CAN KEEP YOU ALIVE, YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT ME... You're a useless woman; I regret the day I married you!"
"Me, useless? ;*AH!* the most useless here is you! at least I can have-"
*slap*(the Marquis slaps the Marchioness)
"ENOUGH NOW! , you're crossing the lin-":Ludwig
*slap*(the Marchioness slaps back the Marquis)
*pant-pant*"I'M SICK OF YOU!!!!. GET OUT OF MY ROOM IMMEDIATELY!!": Yvonne
.... *anf-anf*
...*pant-pant*
.... *anf-anf*
.... *sob-sob*
"*Ah!*what are you doing now?! ;*tsk-tsk*. What could i ever expect from you?!...you have always been like this,... being the victim; you have never taken responsibility for your faults. ": Marquis
..... *anf-anf*
*anf-anf**pant-pant*" GEt oUT!!!": Yvonne
....
"*Mmpf! *, I'm leaving ,but it doesn't end here!": Marquis
*BLAM*
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...
*Sob-sob*...
*Sob-sob*...
...
"Madam.-":Annette
"GET OUT, NOW!"
".. yes, madam.": Annette
*blam*
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*silence*
*Argh! *
*sob-sob*"Why ..w-why me?! *sob-sob*":Marchioness
Spying from a small hole in the secret closet ,all I could see was a devastated woman crying.
I can't help but feel a little bit of sorrow;
After her father went bankrupt, he was forced to sell his young daughter to the highest bidder...
.... it's so sad; But this will not change my mind, I will have my revenge.
-----10 minutes later-----------
*sob-sob*: "I want to get out of this bloody house!": Yvonne
"Amélie!"
*creekkk*
"Did you call me madam?": Amélie
"Amélie tell the coachman to prepare a carriage, we leave at once.": Yvonne
"Excuse me, madam, if I may ask...where are you going?": Amélie
"As far away as possible from here!": Marchioness
----a little while later-----
In less than 5 minutes the maid, Amélie, had prepared the luggage of the Marchioness.
Once done, the Marchioness Yvonne left the room;
And after a few minutes ,her carriage faded away towards the horizon, eventually it disappeared;... she was gone.
Now, finally I could get out.
*clinkkk*
Looking around the room , I noticed that it was much larger than the one I was staying in.
There were many closets and inside them there were a multitude of colorful dresses;... not to mention the precious gems.
"I have never seen diamonds this big, they are so sparkling...so beautiful".
After a brief pause taken to admire the jewels, I remembered the main reason of why I was there, therefore;
I starts poking around for something, like letters or objects that might be useful in the future.
*TUMP*
Unexpectedly ,I tripped over the carpet.
* Ow! *"What the hell-*umh?* ... there's something under here!"
Moving the fabric piece of furniture; what made me stumble turned out to be a "lid" made of boards, that had been placed badly...perhaps in a hurry.
And when I removed it, I found countless books carefully stored in a compartment beneath the floor.
They seemed to be diaries; some dated back decades ago.
I grabbed one and started reading it page by page, until a date caught my eye.
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12:04 a.m. - March 1 , 1723
Dear diary, I have great news for you.
Today I marry, but not with anyone , but with the richest, most powerful and attractive aristocrat of France , the Marquis Ludwig de Leroy.
When I was little I never imagined that I would marry him now, what a stroke of luck!.
At 15, I'm gonna be his wife.
I have to go, they are waiting for me; there is still much to do;
They have to prepare me and dress me up with the wedding dress; ... if only you could see it ... It's so BEAUTIFUL.
I have to say goodbye.
A hug, Yvonne Dubois.
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11:54 p.m. - March 1 , 1723
Dear diary, I didn't expect that.
Now, since he's asleep, I can confide in you.
I never imagined it ,
How can such a successful, good-looking man, respected and admired ....be impotent?
Maybe he was just too tired.
I sincerely hope that tomorrow he will recover, we must stay positive.
Your closest confidant, Yvonne de Leroy.
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"What the hell did I just read!?"
As I continued to read more and less, book after book, I couldn't help but be shocked by the amount of information , more intimate details and less , in the diaries.
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14:25 p.m. - September 17, 1726
Dear diary, I can't take it anymore.
It's been four years since we got married but still nothing, I don't have kids.
In society there is a strange rumor going on , they insinuate that i'm infertile! ,
Impossible, the doctor reassured me that I have no problem having one, then.... why ?
Maybe the problem isn't me but it's him, it must be so, if I do not have children I will be ruined!.
Best regards, Yvonne de Leroy
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"She must have been desperate".
...
...
"Let's see.... 1720, 23, 25, ...there is it!, finally, 1727"
Among the pile of books , what intrigued me most was that of 1727, the year Layla was born, "uhm...where is it? ,ah!.. here it is! ;2 July 1727"...
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11:48 p.m.- July 2, 1727
Dear diary, I need to vent.
I never doubted his fidelity, but then, why when he returned he had a baby in his arms?
Whose baby is she? and why is he fond of her, she cannot be his... he cannot conceive one.
I don't like the fact that he wants to adopt her and make her pass off as my daughter.
I tried to question him, but he yelled at me not to stick my nose in his business.
I have the impression that he never loved me; he keeps me with him just because I'm convenient...
.. I don't want this.
Greetings, Yvonne de Leroy
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"But.... NO IMPOSSIBLE! , IT CAN'T BE TRUE !;... BUT THEN WHO AM I?!
I don't understand anything anymore!".
My heart , again, hurts ; "what's happening to me?!.."