Émilie stood there trembling. “Cyril, I love you.”
He turned his eyes away. “But you do not love what is good. You do not love what is right. And I have nothing more to say to you.”
Émilie grabbed her handbag, tears in her eyes, rage burning inside her. As she opened the door, she threw one last insult.
“You are a mama’s boy. You will never find a woman like me.”
Cyril did not reply. He remained still, staring into the emptiness. The door closed, and silence fell.
An hour later, Cyril was still sitting in the living room, staring blankly ahead. He felt drained. He was sad, but also relieved. He had just cut ties with a toxic woman. He had lost a fiancée, but found the truth again.
His mother came out of the room, fresh and rested. She sat down beside him and gently placed a hand on his knee.
“My son, now you see why I do this kind of test.”
Cyril nodded. “You were right, Mama. Émilie was not the right one.”
His mother looked at him tenderly. “But there is another. One who has already shown that she has a pure heart. One who sheltered me, fed me, protected me, even without knowing who I was.”
Cyril slowly raised his eyes toward her. “Mireille?”
His mother smiled. “Yes. That girl has gold in her heart. She spoke to me about you without knowing who you were. She told me she wanted to meet you first, to get to know you. She did not chase money. She simply wanted to see the man.”
Cyril smiled softly, then his look became more thoughtful. “But I want to be sure, Mama. You know many people pretend. Then when money appears, the masks fall.”
She nodded slowly. “So what are you going to do?”
Cyril straightened up. “I want to meet her as an ordinary man. Not as a CEO. Not in this house. I want her to see me as she believes I am, a simple worker. If she loves me that way, then I will know it is real.”
His mother looked at him with admiration. “That is a wise decision. But then she must not come here, otherwise she will discover everything.”
Cyril pulled out his phone. “Give me her number. I’m going to call her. I’ll ask her out, and I’ll play my role to the end.”
His mother gave him Mireille’s number. Cyril wrote it down, took a deep breath, then dialed it and waited.
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