Disclaimer: Nothings mine except the story, Giselle and Joshua, ok?

A/N: Alrighty, this ones a darker chapter, *cringes* I know I'm sorry. It tells what happened to make Christian and Satine stop loving each other (even though we all know they really didn't) At least I updated, I got a couple nasty emails that threatened to finish the story for me! *everyone gasps* I KNOW! You guys must really like this one huh?

Giselle sat motionless in her seat, taking in everything her mother said.

She listened as her mother carefully described everything and everyone. The Duke, Zidler, Toulouse and even Nini-Legs-In-The-Air, no one was left out. Every detail was specified, every personality was illustrated, nothing was left out.

"I loved your Father. Deeply, so much I couldn't stand to be without him . . . maybe that's what drove me over the edge." Satine said, shakily. Remembering the past was such a painstaking task.

"I don't understand. If you were so much in love, why aren't you now?" Giselle asked, unsure of the answer she would get.

Silence followed.

After what seemed an eternity, her father spoke up.

"Satine betrayed me." He said.

This couldn't be true. No matter how much her parents hated each other, they respected the other.

Giselle looked at her mother, trying to force her to deny the accusation. She didn't. Satine kept her eyes focused straight ahead, her hands were clamped tightly together in her lap and her face was etched with pain. Giselle knew it was true. She looked up with tears in her eyes, waiting for her father to continue.

"She didn't want to admit it, but in her heart, she knew it was true." Christian said, his eyes an ice blue. "I stopped trusting your mother for what she did."

"But what did she do, papa?" Giselle asked, her voice cracking. Did she really want to know?

"You mother, took your life into her hands. She found out she was pregnant, and grew terrified. She told Zidler, he was outraged, his Sparkling Diamond with a child? It was the downfall of the Moulin Rouge! This baby could destroy everything!

" But, he knew he could fix it. He knew Satine was pained and suffering and so, he fed her lies, telling her that I would hate her when I found out. That I would leave her on the streets with nothing, if I knew she was carrying my child. Our child." He paused to wipe away tears from his cheeks. Giselle watched as her mother did the same thing. "Zidler had convinced her, that I didn't love her, that she was better off without me, without the baby. He told her he had a plan, one that would take away the heartache and suffering she had. She would get an abortion, but they were illegal. She would have to dissapear, and then come back a brand new Sprakling Diamond, to the Moulin Rouge." Giselle was terrified.

She had heard about abortions, horrid procedures where the mothers were so desperate to get rid of their child they would lie on cold tables with unsterile tools. They would risk bleeding to death or infections, all to get out the thing made because of love.

Surely her mother wouldn't do that to her?

"And so, like 'Love at the Moulin Rouge' said, she died in my arms on opening night. She left me broken and scarred, thinking I would never get to kiss her, or hold her or be with her again. But oh how wrong I was.

"Months later, Satine showed at my door holding a little baby in her arms. But she wasn't my Satine, oh no. My Satine was gone, she was not the same. This Satine was scared and broken. And this Satine had a child.

"I didn't know what to say. I knew she had betrayed me, but I knew this child was mine." He sighed. "From the moment I saw you, Gigi, I loved you. I knew I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life.

"So that's why I married your mother. Not because I loved her, because I loved you. We moved to New York to start a new life, to leave our old world behind." He reached across the table and gripped his daughter's hand. "I guess somewhere deep inside of me, I knew your mother and I would never have the same relationship but I hoped that you and I could have one.

Giselle was silent. Everything was swarming in her head. She as a child had been told so many deceptions, and she, being so innocent, had believed them.

Her mother spoke for the first time since Christian started speaking. Her voice was strained and sickened. "Darling, I love you. It hurts me to think . . . how close I came to losing you. I still remember lying on that stone cold table and looking at the doctor, he only spoke spanish, he couldn't speak english, not even French! And I remember thinking to myself, 'This is the man that's going to go inside of me and take away what I've wanted most in my life'? I then I knew two things, the first being that this baby inside of me was a girl, a little girl, the girl that Christian always dreamed about. The baby girl we would stay awake to tell stories about the clothes we would buy her and what we would name her. And I also remembered 'Come What May' and the fact that Christian would always loved me.

"And so I told the doctor no. I waited for months for you to come into the world. And then . . . you were here. My little Giselle was here. And I knew what I had to do, I took what was left of my jewels and bought myself a ticket to Paris. When I showed up at Christian's door, I knew I'd betrayed him and I was agonized. But he took you in his arms and whispered your name, for he knew you were called Giselle, and I started crying. I knew you had your father." She looked down at her hands, unable to look her daughter in the eyes. "I'm sorry, my darling." She whispered.

Giselle sat there for a long time. She watched with eyes that weren't hers, looking at her sobbing mother and broken father. They were waiting for her to say something, waiting for her to say it was ok, that she forgave the past.

But she didn't.

She stood up and walked out the door, dying to see Joshua, the only one who would understand her dispair.