This is another normal day in the Morcerf Manor.
The general Fernand de Morcerf is working as usual while his wife is at home, now waiting for her son to get home from his trip to Spain.
Angeles is a really beautiful woman that most of the other wives are jealous of.
Her beauty, her knowledge was all something that not just woman, but man would be jealous of as well... They just didn't dare to admit it to anyone.
She already heard about her son's experience with a misterious count that saved his life back in Spain from a thief which made her really interested.
- Albert, my son! - she greeted her son when he came with his car - Welcome home!
- Thank you, mother - he replied - You have no idea how happy I am right now!
- Oh? Why are you so happy?
- The count is gonna come and visit us here soon!
- Ah... The one that saved you?
- Yes!
- That's indeed quite exciting. When will he come?
- In 2 months exactly today! So I want everything to be perfect!
- Everything will be perfect.
- What will be perfect? - asked the father Morcerf that just arrived back too - By the way welcome home, Albert!
- Thanks, father! And the house should be perfect for the day when the count of Monte Cristo comes to visit us!
- Ah! Tell me when because I want to meet this hero too!
- Yes, father!
When Albert left to get some rest Angeles turned to her husband...
- I have to go out for a bit and I won't come back until early evening.
- That's not a bit! - Fernand laughed then he gave her a kiss on the head - But alright. Just take care of yourself.
- I will - she smiled and a few hours later she left the house.
She's lucky that her husband trusts her enough to not to ask where she's going because if he's know where she was going he sure wouldn't have let her go there.
Are you wondering where is she going?
She's going to Marseille, to one exact grave...
To father Castillo's grave...
Angie felt guilty for not helping him enough.
She thought if she'd have done some things differently he'd still be alive.
And even thought nobody confirmed it German's name has also been on the grave, dead since 1823.
This made Angie even more sad because she felt like she haven't done enough to try to get him out.
Instead she went to marry someone else.
It's not like she didn't have a perfect life, or anything like that.
She also loves Fernand and her son Albert.
But...
German was her real soulmate.
Her love. Her life. Her everything.
With him the other half of hers died too.
In fact she never found out what happened to him and this is what made her think almost every night since then:
"Is he dead?"
"Is he alive?"
"And if he's alive where is he?"
"Still in prison, or he got out?"
These and even more questions were running through her mind every time and even now, on her way to Marseille.
When she arrived and went to the Castillo grave she also bought some flowers and sat down in front of it, sighing deeply.
- Another year passed... - she sighed.
Today was father Castillo's death anniversary.
- I'm sorry... You have no idea how much... You never found out what happened to him... And probably nobody will...
She sighed again.
- But I still hope you don't mind me coming out again... And maybe you don't believe me... But I still believe he's alive... Although I don't know what he's doing, or where he is...
She let out another sigh.
- Yes, I know... He'd be really mad at me if he'd find out that I got married... But I just didn't know what to do, or how to deal with this...
She felt like a crazy person when she got to the grave and started talking, but at the same time this was something that always calmed her down and made her less stressed.
She liked to go out there because it was always so quiet and peaceful... Nobody could bother her while she could let out everything that was in her mind.
Everything that she couldn't let out on a normal day...
