Chapter 23. The Birthday

Proserpina

Soon, I turned nineteen. There had been moments when I had wanted to shyly mention that to Lucien. But each time, he seemed impatient to get away quickly once his powerful sexual urges had been satisfied. My poor, proud heart could not stop him. My body could only hold him captive for a few hours...

Later in my life, while I was living in the hills of Bhutan, I often asked myself why I had continued to live with him for so long—almost for a year and a half.

It was a chance reading of an article in a magazine that a friend had kindly lent me when I was in the mountains that opened my eyes to the reality I had refused to see in my youthful madness.

The author, a well-renowned psychologist, explained how every girl and every woman has a secret fascination for the Bad Boy and likes to believe that it is in her destiny to make him a Good man!

Years later, as I sat there amidst the silence of nature, I saw things as they had been w