Mireille by Cochran Molly

Author:Cochran, Molly [Cochran, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Lake Union Publishing
Published: 2015-06-09T07:00:00+00:00

The day following the Mohls’ return from Las Vegas, Mireille took a job selling cosmetics in a department store.

She made a deal with Victor: since she had no money to her name, she would remain in the Brentwood house to cook and clean for him until she could save enough to leave. And when they divorced, she would make no claims on him.

In exchange, Victor was never to touch her again. Mireille got a lock and a bolt, and put them on the door to the guest bedroom. There she lived as if she were in an apartment, eating sparingly and alone, meeting Victor only when their proximity to one another in the house demanded it.

After her first payday, she had saved forty-four dollars—much more than she could have earned as a salesclerk in Europe. It was decided, then: she would remain in America, and bring Stephanie over as planned. Her daughter would not have the home or the stepfather Mireille had promised her, but at least they would be together . . .

Forty-four dollars. It would be months before she saw Stephanie again. The Sisters at La Voisine would not send the child out in the snow, but they would have to be repaid for their charity. And there would be no Christmas for them. All that was over now.

Three days after the second eviction notice came in the mail, Victor returned, flushed and heady, just as Mireille was leaving for work.

“We’re set now, baby!” he shouted. “Three thousand smackers! Look at it.” He pulled her inside. “Come on, honey. This has gone on long enough. I’m a winner now, and this is just the beginning. Wait and see, I’m going to buy you—”

She took the money, counted out the month’s rent and the money owed to the landlord, and threw the rest on the floor. “I’ll mail this,” she said.

So they had a place to stay for another month.

When Mireille got home from work, Victor was waiting with a bottle of chilled champagne. “Honey,” he said excitedly. “Sit down. I’ve got something to show you.”

She groaned. “Please, I’m very tired—”

“Take a look at this!” With a look of childlike triumph, he handed her a stiff white card. It was bordered in gold, and printed in the center were the words:

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