Three Colors: Red

Can an unlikely friendship with an eavesdropping judge help Valentine overcome her troubled past and find true love?

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Valentine took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to block out the noise of the city around her. She was standing on a busy street in the heart of Geneva, Switzerland, feeling lost and alone. The wind was biting cold, so she wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck, wishing she had dressed more warmly for the weather. She was a student model, although it wasn’t going as well as she had hoped. She was struggling with school and her part-time job, as well as her possessive boyfriend, Michel.

Valentine had always been more of a listener than a talker. But she was beginning to realize that she had too much to say and too few people to listen. The noise of the city was deafening, and she longed for the silence of the mountains. She needed a change, something to shake her out of her routine.

Chapter 1: The Accident

Valentine was on her way home from a long day of classes when she spotted the dog. It was a small, fluffy white ball of fur, barely visible against the snow. It was lying in the middle of the street, whimpering softly.

Valentine didn’t hesitate, she pulled over and parked the car. As she approached the dog, she realized that it was injured. She carefully wrapped it in a blanket and took it to a nearby veterinary clinic. The veterinarians assured her that the dog would be okay, but it would need a few days of observation.

Feeling relieved, Valentine left the clinic and got back into her car. She was about to start the engine when a man approached her. He was tall, elderly, and impeccably dressed in a suit and tie. Valentine didn’t recognize him, but he looked familiar.

“Excuse me, miss, but I couldn’t help but notice what you did for that dog. That was very kind of you,” said the man, smiling kindly.

Valentine smiled back and nodded, feeling a little embarrassed. She hadn’t expected anyone to notice her good deed.

“I’m retired judge Joseph Kern, and that dog belongs to me. I’m sorry for any trouble he might have caused you,” he continued.

Valentine’s heart sank when she realized the dog belonged to the distinguished old man. She wondered what kind of person leaves their dog to run wild on the streets.

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all,” replied Valentine, trying to be polite.

Judge Kern looked at her quizzically, “You seem familiar. Have we met before?”

Valentine shook her head, “No, I don’t think so.”

Judge Kern nodded thoughtfully, “Well, it’s good to meet someone who has a kind heart. Would you be willing to come see the dog again? He would enjoy having someone to visit him while he recovers.”

Valentine hesitated, unsure if she wanted to get involved with the judge and his dog. But something in the old man’s eyes made her agree.

“Sure, I can come visit,” she said, forcing a smile.

“Excellent!” said the judge, beaming. “I’ll give you my number, and I’ll be in touch to arrange a time.”

Valentine watched as Judge Kern walked away, wondering what kind of person he was. He seemed charming and friendly, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about him.

As Valentine drove home, she couldn’t help but feel grateful for the distraction from her troubled life. Maybe the judge and his dog would be a welcome distraction.

Chapter 2: The Possessive Boyfriend

Valentine walked home from her meeting with the judge, her mind still racing with the intensity of their conversation. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Michel standing on the corner, waiting for her.

“Where have you been?” he demanded, grabbing her arm.

Valentine recoiled at his touch, anger bubbling up inside her. “What do you mean? I was out,” she said, shaking off his grip.

“With that judge again, I bet,” Michel sneered. “You know he’s bad news. You shouldn’t be hanging around with him.”

Valentine rolled her eyes. Michel had always been jealous of her friendships with other men, but lately, his possessiveness had become suffocating. She could hardly breathe when he was around.

“I can hang out with whoever I want,” she said firmly. “And I happen to enjoy spending time with the judge. He’s an interesting person.”

Michel scowled. “Interesting? He’s a creepy old man who spies on his neighbors. What could you possibly have in common with him?”

Valentine felt her temper rising. “He’s not creepy, and he’s not spying on anyone. He’s just listening to their conversations. And I don’t have to justify my friendships to you. You don’t own me, Michel.”

Michel’s expression hardened, and Valentine could see the anger in his eyes. She knew that he was going to start an argument, and she didn’t have the energy for it.

“I’m going home,” she said, turning to walk away.

Michel grabbed her arm again, yanking her back towards him. “No, you’re not. We need to talk about this.”

Valentine felt her heart rate increase as she pulled away from him. “I don’t want to talk about it. I’m tired, and I have a headache. Can we just go home?”

Michel relaxed his grip on her arm, but his expression remained hostile. “Fine. We’ll go home. But we’re not finished talking about this.”

Valentine sighed, knowing that the argument was far from over. She wished that she could just disappear, that she could escape from Michel’s constant scrutiny. She was tired of feeling suffocated, trapped in a relationship that wasn’t making her happy.

When they arrived at their apartment, Michel immediately turned on her. “I don’t understand why you have to spend so much time with that judge. It’s like you’re trying to hide something from me.”

Valentine threw her hands up in exasperation. “I’m not hiding anything from you, Michel. I’m just trying to live my life. Why can’t you trust me?”

Michel narrowed his eyes, and Valentine could feel the tension in the air. “I do trust you,” he said finally. “But you have to admit that your relationship with the judge is strange. Why do you keep going back to him?”

Valentine shrugged, feeling defeated. “I don’t know. He’s just… interesting. And he’s a good listener. He doesn’t judge me.”

Michel snorted. “Of course he doesn’t judge you. He’s probably just trying to get in your pants.”

Valentine felt her cheeks flush with anger. “That’s disgusting, Michel. The judge is a friend, nothing more. And even if he wasn’t, you have no right to talk to me like that.”

Michel shook his head. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, Valentine. You’re my girlfriend, and I love you. I don’t want to see you making a mistake.”

Valentine’s heart ached at Michel’s words. She knew that he loved her, but his possessiveness was suffocating her. She needed space, time to figure out what she wanted.

“I need some time alone,” she said, her voice breaking. “I need to clear my head.”

Michel looked at her, his face softening. “Do you want me to leave?”

Valentine nodded, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She wanted to be alone, to think about her life and her future. She needed to decide whether she wanted to stay with Michel or break free and start a new life.

As Michel gathered his things and left the apartment, Valentine sank onto the couch, her mind whirling with possibilities. She had no idea what the future held, but she knew that it was time for a change.

Valentine sat in the judge’s living room, staring at the elaborate listening post he had set up. The room was dimly lit, with the only source of light coming from the nearby streetlights. The judge sat in his armchair, sipping on a glass of red wine while staring off into the distance.

“Would you like a glass?” he asked, gesturing towards the bottle of wine on the table.

“No, thank you,” Valentine replied, still staring at the listening post.

“It’s quite remarkable, isn’t it?” the judge said, noticing her fascination. “I used to use it when I was a judge to listen in on conversations and gather evidence against suspects.”

Valentine shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She was disgusted by the idea of someone listening in on her private conversations, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but be intrigued by the judge’s past.

“Why do you still use it?” she asked, finally tearing her gaze away from the device.

“I suppose it’s just become a habit,” the judge said, taking another sip of wine. “It’s like having another sense, you know? I can hear things that most people can’t.”

Valentine nodded, still feeling uneasy. She couldn’t understand why the judge felt the need to listen in on his neighbors’ private conversations, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was up to something.

“Have you ever been caught?” she asked, trying to sound casual.

“Caught?” the judge repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Why would anyone catch me?”

“I don’t know,” Valentine shrugged. “Maybe one of your neighbors found out or something.”

The judge chuckled. “I’m far too careful for that, my dear. Besides, I typically only listen in on conversations that could potentially harm someone or reveal criminal activity. It’s not like I’m just spying on my neighbors for fun.”

Valentine nodded, still unsure of how she felt about the whole thing. She knew that she had a strange fascination with the judge, but she also couldn’t ignore the fact that he was doing something illegal.

As they chatted, Valentine noticed a faint beeping sound coming from the listening post. She pointed it out to the judge, who leaned over to listen carefully.

“That’s strange,” he muttered. “It shouldn’t be making that noise.”

He quickly sprang into action, grabbing a notepad and pen and jotting down a phone number that was being dialed.

“It’s not one of my neighbors,” he said, frowning. “I wonder who it could be.”

Valentine watched in silence as the judge picked up the phone and listened in on the conversation. She felt a wave of unease wash over her as she realized just how invasive the listening post was.

After a few minutes, the judge hung up the phone and turned to face Valentine.

“It was just some telemarketer,” he said, sounding disappointed. “I thought it might be something more interesting.”

Valentine forced a smile, trying to hide how uncomfortable she was feeling. She couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets the judge was hiding, and whether or not she wanted to be involved with someone who was so secretive.

As they chatted some more, Valentine heard a car pull up outside the judge’s house. She tensed up, wondering who it could be at this late hour.

“Excuse me,” the judge said, getting up from his chair. “I’ll be right back.”

Valentine watched as he made his way to the window and peered out, then disappeared into the next room. She could hear muffled voices and the sound of a door opening and closing.

Feeling uneasy, she got up from her chair and wandered over to the window. She saw a man she didn’t recognize getting out of a car and walking towards the judge’s house.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she tiptoed towards the next room and peeked inside. The judge was standing with the stranger, who seemed agitated and tense.

“What’s going on?” Valentine asked, unable to resist.

The judge turned to face her, looking surprised. “Valentine, I didn’t realize you were still here.”

“Who is this?” Valentine asked, gesturing towards the stranger.

“This is a friend of mine,” the judge said, sounding evasive. “We were just discussing some legal matters.”

Valentine wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t push the issue. She excused herself and made her way back to the living room, feeling even more uneasy than before.

As she was getting ready to leave, the judge stopped her.

“Valentine, I know that what I’m doing with the listening post might seem strange to you,” he said, sounding apologetic. “But I promise you, I’m only using it for good. I’m not some sort of monster who enjoys spying on people for no reason.”

Valentine nodded, feeling slightly reassured. She couldn’t deny the pull she felt towards the judge, but at the same time, she knew that she needed to be careful.

As she left the judge’s house and made her way home, Valentine couldn’t shake the feeling that she had stumbled into something much bigger than she had ever anticipated.

Chapter 4: The Secret Meeting

Valentine couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease that had been with her since the last time she had met the judge. Michel’s threat had finally gotten to her, and she knew that something had to be done to protect herself and the judge too.

She couldn’t bear the thought of someone like Michel knowing about the judge’s illegal activities and using them to manipulate him. Valentine knew that the judge had become a confidant and a friend to her, and she felt responsible for his well-being.

Valentine was also curious to know more about the judge’s past and the reasons that led him to become a wiretapper. She felt that she was onto something, and she couldn’t rest until she had uncovered the truth.

She decided to take a chance and meet the judge outside of their usual spot. She sent him a text message, asking him to meet her at a nearby park. The judge was surprised by the message but agreed to meet her nevertheless.

When Valentine arrived at the park, she saw the judge sitting on a bench near the lake. He looked up and waved at her, and she walked over to him.

“Valentine, what a pleasant surprise,” the judge said, smiling.

“I needed to talk to you about something important,” Valentine said, sitting down next to him.

“Is everything okay? You look worried,” the judge said, noticing her expression.

“I am worried, about you, and about myself,” Valentine said, taking a deep breath.

“I don’t understand,” the judge said, perplexed.

“Michel knows about you, and what you’ve been doing,” Valentine said, looking at the judge directly.

“What do you mean? Did he say anything to you?” the judge asked, concerned.

“He threatened me, said that he would tell the police about you if I didn’t break up our friendship,” Valentine said, looking away.

“The nerve of that man! How did he find out?” the judge said, angrily.

“I don’t know. But I can’t let him use this information to manipulate either of us,” Valentine said, determined.

“I understand, Valentine. But what can we do? I can’t exactly go to the police and confess to my crimes,” the judge said, sighing.

“I was hoping that you could tell me more about your past, about the reasons that led you to do what you do,” Valentine said, looking at the judge with a pleading expression.

The judge looked away momentarily before speaking. “I was a judge, Valentine. For many years, I believed that justice was black and white, that the law was fair and applied equally to everyone. But then I saw things that made me question everything I believed in. I saw defendants getting away with crimes they shouldn’t have, and innocent people being convicted because of technicalities.”

“I see,” Valentine said, nodding.

“The more I saw, the more disillusioned I became. And then, I started to do something about it. I started to listen in on conversations, to gather evidence that would help me make the right decisions in court. At first, it was just a way to ensure that justice was served. But then, I became obsessed with it. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t let go of the feeling that I was doing something good, something that would truly make a difference,” the judge said, his voice trembling.

“And do you still believe that what you’re doing is right?” Valentine asked, softly.

“I don’t know anymore. Sometimes, I feel like a criminal, like someone who has lost sight of what’s right and wrong. Other times, I feel like I’m doing something that’s necessary, something that’s making a difference,” the judge said, looking at her with a mixture of sadness and hopelessness.

“I can’t judge you, judge, and I won’t. But I do know that we need to find a way to protect ourselves from Michel. We need to make sure that he doesn’t ruin our lives,” Valentine said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I know. But what can we do?” the judge asked, looking at her with a hopeless expression.

“I have an idea,” Valentine said, looking at him with a determined expression.

The judge looked at her, surprised. “What is it?”

“Let me think about it for a while. I’ll call you later tonight, okay?” Valentine said, standing up.

“Okay, Valentine. But please be careful,” the judge said, watching her leave.

Valentine walked away, deep in thought. She knew that she had to act fast, that Michel wouldn’t hesitate to use the information he had against them.

As she walked back home, she felt a rush of adrenaline, a sense of purpose that she hadn’t felt in a long time. She knew that she was onto something big, something that could change everything.

Valentine spent the rest of the day thinking about her plan. She knew that it was risky, that it could backfire, but she felt that it was the only way to protect herself and the judge.

That night, she called the judge and told him about her plan. He listened carefully, and when she was done, he said, “That’s a brilliant idea, Valentine. But are you sure you’re up for it?”

“I am. I have to be,” Valentine said, her voice firm.

“Okay, then. Let’s do it,” the judge said, his voice determined.

Valentine felt relieved and excited. She knew that what they were about to do was dangerous and could change their lives forever, but she felt that it was worth the risk.

They made plans to meet the following night and carry out the plan. Valentine couldn’t wait to see it through and put an end to Michel’s scheming once and for all.

Chapter 5: The Betrayal

Valentine felt like everything was falling apart around her. She had never felt so confused or unsure in her life. The whole situation with the judge and Michel was causing her so much stress that she was having trouble sleeping and focusing on her studies.

Michel had always been possessive and jealous, but his behavior had become increasingly erratic since he found out about her friendship with the judge. He constantly accused her of having an affair and demanded to know every detail of her interactions with the judge. Valentine was afraid that Michel would become violent, but she didn’t know what to do about it.

One day, Michel confronted Valentine about the judge’s illegal wiretapping. “Why are you spending time with a criminal?” he spat, his eyes darkening with anger. “You know that what he’s doing is illegal. And you’re just as guilty if you don’t report him.”

Valentine had been aware of the judge’s wiretapping activities for some time, but she had kept quiet about it. She knew that it was wrong, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn him in. The judge had become a sort of father figure to her, and she didn’t want to betray him.

Michel had sensed her hesitation and pounced on it. “I’ll go to the police and turn him in if you don’t break off all contact with him,” he threatened. “And don’t think that I won’t do it. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.”

Valentine was torn. She didn’t want to lose the judge’s friendship, but she also didn’t want to be responsible for his arrest. She tried to reason with Michel, to explain that the judge wasn’t a bad person, but he wouldn’t listen. He stormed out of her apartment, leaving her feeling more alone than ever.

The next day, Valentine met with the judge, but she couldn’t concentrate on their conversation. She was too distracted by her worries about Michel and the judge’s wiretapping. Finally, she blurted out, “Michel knows about the wiretapping. He said that he’ll go to the police if I don’t break off all contact with you.”

The judge’s face fell, and he looked crestfallen. “I knew that this day would come,” he muttered. “I never should have involved you in this. It was wrong of me.”

Valentine could see the pain in his eyes, and she felt guilty for causing him so much stress. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” she said softly. “I just don’t know what to do.”

The judge took her hand and squeezed it gently. “I understand,” he said. “But you have to understand that what I’m doing is for the greater good. I’m trying to protect my neighbors from criminals and terrorists. I know that it’s not legal, but I believe that it’s necessary.”

Valentine listened to him, feeling torn. She could see both sides of the argument. On one hand, the judge was doing something illegal and could be arrested for it. On the other hand, he was trying to protect people from harm.

The judge spoke again, interrupting her thoughts. “I have a proposal for you,” he said. “I’ll turn myself in to the police and take full responsibility for my actions. But in return, I want you to promise me that you’ll never reveal the identity of my neighbors or the information that I’ve gathered.”

Valentine was shocked. She couldn’t believe that the judge was willing to sacrifice himself for her. “I can’t let you do that,” she protested. “It’s not fair to you.”

“It’s the only way,” he replied firmly. “I can’t let you get in trouble for something that I did. And I can’t let my neighbors be put in danger. This is the right thing to do.”

Valentine thought about it for a moment, then made her decision. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll keep your secrets. But you have to promise me that you won’t get in too much trouble. Promise me that you won’t go to jail for a long time.”

The judge smiled sadly. “I can’t make promises that I can’t keep,” he said. “But I’ll do my best to make things right. And I want you to promise me something in return.”

Valentine looked at him, curious. “What do you want me to promise?”

“I want you to promise me that you’ll stay away from Michel,” he said. “He’s not a good person, and he’s only going to hurt you. You deserve better than that.”

Valentine felt a surge of gratitude towards the judge. He had always been there for her, even when she didn’t know she needed him. “I promise,” she said. “I’ll stay away from Michel. But what about you? What are you going to do?”

The judge sighed. “I need some time to think,” he said. “I have a lot of things to consider. But I promise you that I’ll do what’s right.”

Valentine left the judge’s house feeling both relieved and anxious. She had made a promise to keep the judge’s secrets, but she didn’t know if she could keep it. She knew that Michel would be furious if he found out that she was still seeing the judge, and she didn’t want to be responsible for the judge’s arrest.

As she walked home, Valentine realized that she had to make a decision. She couldn’t keep living her life like this, torn between two men who both wanted her for their own reasons. She had to figure out what she wanted and then go after it, no matter what the consequences were.

Valentine went home and sat down at her desk, determined to figure out a plan. She thought about the judge, about his kindness and his flaws, and she thought about Michel, about his jealousy and his possessiveness. And finally, she made her decision.

She picked up the phone and dialed Michel’s number. “We need to talk,” she said, her voice firm. “I have something to tell you.”

Michel came over to her apartment, looking angry and suspicious. “What is it?” he demanded, his eyes darting around the room.

Valentine took a deep breath and spoke. “I can’t do this anymore,” she said. “I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me. And I can’t be with someone who is willing to blackmail a friend to get what he wants.”

Michel’s face turned red with anger. “You’re breaking up with me because of him?” he spat. “Because of some old man who’s breaking the law?”

Valentine stood her ground. “I’m breaking up with you because of your behavior,” she said. “I can’t be with someone who makes me feel scared and helpless.”

Michel stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. Valentine felt a sense of relief wash over her. She knew that it wasn’t going to be easy, but she had made the right decision.

The next day, Valentine went to see the judge, feeling nervous but determined. She told him everything, about her fight with Michel and her decision to break up with him. She also told him that she had made a promise to keep his secrets, but that she didn’t know if she could do it.

The judge listened to her patiently, then spoke. “You’ve made the right decision,” he said. “Michel was never good for you. And as for the secrets, I trust you to keep them. I know that you’re a good person, Valentine. I’ve always known that.”

Valentine felt tears welling up in her eyes. She was overwhelmed by the judge’s kindness and his trust in her. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for everything.”

The judge smiled at her, then walked her to the door. “Go take a walk,” he said. “Clear your head. And remember that I’m here for you, whenever you need me.”

Valentine left the judge’s house feeling lighter than she had in weeks. She knew that there were still a lot of things to work out, but for the first time in a long time, she felt like everything was going to be okay.

Chapter 6: The Confession

Valentine sat across from the judge, her fingers tapping nervously on her knee. She had come to their usual meeting spot in the park to discuss her family problems with him, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was burdening him with her issues.

“You seem troubled, Valentine,” the judge said, noticing her unease. “Is everything all right?”

Valentine paused, taking a deep breath before beginning. “It’s my brother,” she said. “We’ve been estranged for a while now, and I don’t know how to fix it.”

The judge leaned in, his eyes filled with understanding. “I know what it’s like to be estranged from a family member,” he said. “My own son hasn’t spoken to me in years.”

Valentine was surprised. She had never heard the judge mention a son before. “Why not?” she asked softly.

The judge sighed heavily. “It’s a long story,” he said. “But it boils down to the fact that I was too focused on my career and not enough on my family. By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late.”

Valentine listened intently, her heart breaking for the judge. “I’m sorry,” she said. “That must be hard.”

The judge smiled wistfully. “It is,” he said. “But it’s my own fault. I have to live with the consequences.”

Valentine thought about her own brother and the mistakes she had made that led to their estrangement. “Do you ever regret your choices?” she asked.

The judge looked down, his face filled with regret. “Every day,” he said. “But there’s nothing I can do about it now. All I can do is focus on the present and try to make a difference where I can.”

Valentine nodded, her mind racing with her own regrets. She thought about the time she had missed with her brother and the things she had said that she couldn’t take back.

“Valentine,” the judge said, interrupting her thoughts. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Valentine looked up, her eyes meeting his. “What is it?”

The judge took a deep breath, his expression serious. “I’ve never told anyone this before,” he began. “But I feel like you deserve to know.”

Valentine felt a shiver run down her spine. She had never seen the judge so serious before. “What is it?” she repeated, barely above a whisper.

The judge leaned in, his eyes locked on hers. “When I was a judge, I made a mistake,” he said. “A big mistake.”

Valentine’s heart began to race. “What kind of mistake?” she asked hesitantly.

The judge took another deep breath, his eyes filling with tears. “I sentenced a man to death,” he said. “But he was innocent.”

Valentine felt her own tears welling up, the gravity of the situation hitting her hard. “Oh my God,” she whispered.

“I didn’t know at the time,” the judge continued. “But I found out later that he was not guilty. It haunted me for years.”

Valentine sat there in stunned silence, not sure what to say. The judge had always seemed like such a strong and composed man, but now she could see the pain and regret etched on his face.

“I resigned from my position soon after,” the judge said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t live with myself knowing what I had done.”

Valentine reached across the table, taking his hand in hers. “I’m so sorry,” she said softly.

The judge squeezed her hand, his eyes meeting hers. “Thank you,” he said. “I’ve never told anyone that before. I’ve carried that guilt with me for years.”

Valentine felt a bond growing between them, a connection that went beyond their initial acquaintance. She realized that they were both flawed humans, struggling with their own demons.

“I have something to confess as well,” Valentine said suddenly, surprising herself.

The judge looked at her, his eyes filled with curiosity. “What is it?” he asked.

Valentine took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “I’ve been struggling with my feelings for you,” she admitted.

The judge’s eyes widened, his expression surprised. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Valentine looked down, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I don’t know,” she said. “I just feel like there’s something between us. And it’s confusing, because I have a boyfriend, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

The judge didn’t say anything for a moment, his eyes locked on hers. “Valentine,” he said finally. “I don’t know what to say.”

Valentine was prepared for him to reject her, to tell her that she was being foolish. But instead, he leaned in closer, his hand still holding hers.

“I feel something too,” he said softly. “I don’t know what it is, but I feel it.”

Valentine’s heart skipped a beat, a warmth spreading through her chest. She had never expected this, but now that it was happening, she knew she couldn’t go back.

They sat there in silence for a moment, their hands still clasped together. Valentine felt a sense of peace wash over her, grateful for the judge’s honesty and kindness. She knew that this was only the beginning of a complicated and unexpected journey, but for now, it was enough.

Chapter 7: The Climax

Valentine’s heart raced as she made her way to the judge’s house. She knew she couldn’t wait any longer to confront him about his illegal wiretapping, but she was also worried about what he might do if she accused him of such a serious crime. Nevertheless, she couldn’t keep quiet anymore. She had to take action.

When she arrived at the judge’s house, she found him sitting in his living room, listening in on his neighbors’ phone conversations. He didn’t seem surprised to see her.

“Valentine, what brings you here?” he asked, turning off his equipment.

“We need to talk,” she said firmly.

The judge looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to continue.

“I know about your wiretapping,” Valentine said, her voice shaking slightly. “You can’t keep doing this. It’s illegal.”

The judge sighed heavily and stood up, walking towards her.

“I had a feeling you would find out eventually,” he said. “But I had hoped it wouldn’t be this way.”

Valentine glared at him, feeling a mix of anger and disappointment.

“Why did you do it? Was it for some kind of personal gain?”

The judge shook his head.

“No, it wasn’t for personal gain. I did it because I wanted to help people. I wanted to catch criminals who were hiding in plain sight.”

Valentine wasn’t convinced.

“But you could have done it legally. You didn’t have to break the law.”

The judge looked down at his feet.

“I know. I was wrong. I should have gone about this differently.”

Valentine felt a sudden pang of sympathy for the judge. She knew he had made a mistake, but she also knew that he wasn’t a bad person. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

“I’m not going to turn you in,” she said finally. “But you have to stop doing this. Promise me you’ll stop.”

The judge looked at her with gratitude in his eyes.

“I promise,” he said. “I’ll stop.”

Valentine nodded, feeling relieved. But her relief was short-lived.

Just then, Michel burst into the judge’s house, looking frantic.

“What the hell is going on here?” he demanded, looking at Valentine and then at the judge.

Valentine’s heart sank. She knew that Michel had found out about the wiretapping and that he was here to use it against the judge.

“Michel, what are you doing here?” she asked, trying to keep her voice calm.

Michel looked at her, his eyes full of suspicion.

“I followed you here,” he said. “And now I see why you’ve been spending so much time with the judge.”

Valentine’s heart clenched as she realized that Michel had misunderstood their relationship. She had never been romantically involved with the judge, but Michel clearly thought otherwise.

The judge looked at Michel with a mix of anger and fear.

“You have no right to be here,” he said. “Leave now or I’ll have to call the police.”

Michel laughed, looking at the judge with disdain.

“The police? You think they’re going to help you? You’re a criminal, and I have proof.”

With that, he pulled out a recording device and pressed play. Valentine recognized the voices on the recording as the judge’s neighbors, talking about their personal lives.

The judge’s face turned white as he realized the extent of Michel’s knowledge.

“How did you get that?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Michel smirked.

“I have my ways. And now I have the upper hand.”

Valentine felt sick to her stomach as she realized what was happening. Michel was using the judge’s illegal wiretapping against him, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

The judge looked at Valentine with desperation in his eyes.

“Valentine, please. You have to help me. I can’t go to jail.”

Valentine felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She had been the one to discover the judge’s illegal activities, and now he was relying on her to help him.

But how could she help him? Michel had the evidence, and there was no way the judge could deny what he had done.

She looked at the judge and then at Michel, trying to think of a way out of the situation. But it was too late. Michel had already made up his mind.

“I’m going to use this against you,” he said, grinning. “And then I’m going to make sure Valentine knows what it feels like to be betrayed.”

With that, he left the judge’s house, leaving Valentine and the judge alone.

Valentine felt tears pricking at her eyes. She couldn’t believe that Michel had done this to her, to the judge, to everyone involved.

The judge looked at her with sadness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Valentine. I never meant for this to happen.”

Valentine took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

“It’s not your fault, Judge. Michel is the one who’s responsible for this.”

The judge nodded, looking at her with a mix of gratitude and regret.

“I know. But I still feel responsible for putting you in this situation.”

Valentine shook her head, knowing that there was nothing he could have done differently.

“We both made mistakes,” she said, taking his hand. “But we can’t change the past. We can only try to make things right in the future.”

The judge looked at her with admiration in his eyes.

“You’re a remarkable young woman, Valentine. I’m lucky to have you as a friend.”

Valentine smiled weakly, feeling a mix of emotions. She was grateful for the judge’s friendship, but she also knew that things would never be the same between them.

As she left the judge’s house, she realized that her life had changed forever. She didn’t know what the future held, but she knew that she would never forget the events of that day.

Chapter 8: The Resolution

Valentine sat on the bench outside the courthouse, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She stared out at the busy street, lost in thought. She had been summoned to appear in court as a witness for the prosecution against the judge. Michel had sold the evidence to the authorities and the judge had been arrested for his illegal wiretapping.

Valentine had mixed feelings about the whole situation. She was angry with Michel for his betrayal, but she also saw the judge in a different light. He was no longer the frail old man she had met months ago, but a complex and flawed individual with a past that had driven him to desperate measures.

As she waited for her testimony, Valentine thought back to the events that had brought her to this point. She remembered the night she had run over the judge’s dog and how it had changed her life. She had been a struggling student with a controlling boyfriend and a strained family relationship. Now she was a different person, more aware of the complexities of life and the people in it.

Valentine looked up as the judge walked towards her, escorted by two police officers. He looked tired and defeated, his eyes sunken and his shoulders slumped. Valentine stood up and walked towards him.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, “for everything that’s happened. I never meant for it to turn out this way.”

The judge smiled wistfully. “Neither did I, my dear. But we cannot change the past, only learn from it and move on.”

They stood in silence for a moment, lost in their own thoughts. Then the judge turned to her with a serious expression on his face.

“Valentine, I want you to know that I never intended to hurt anyone with my actions. I was misguided and desperate, but I never meant to cause harm.”

Valentine nodded, understanding in her eyes. “I know. And I want you to know that I forgive you. I understand that we all make mistakes and I don’t want this to ruin your life.”

The judge’s eyes filled with tears. “Thank you, my dear. That means more to me than you know.”

Valentine smiled at him and squeezed his hand. “I have to go now. I’ll see you soon.”

The judge nodded, his eyes following her as she walked away. As she left, he knew that he had lost a friend but gained something much more important: forgiveness.

Valentine walked into the courtroom, her heart heavy with the weight of the past few months. She stood at the witness stand and looked out at the judge, who sat quietly in the dock, his eyes downcast.

The prosecutor began his questioning, asking her to recount the events of the night she had run over the judge’s dog. She told the truth, holding nothing back. She talked about her growing friendship with the judge, her troubled relationship with Michel, and the betrayal that had brought her here.

As she spoke, Valentine felt a sense of relief wash over her. She had been holding onto these secrets for too long, and now it was time to let them go.

The judge listened to her testimony intently, his eyes never leaving her face. When she finished, he looked up at her, his eyes filled with tears.

“I never meant to hurt you, Valentine,” he said softly. “I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”

Valentine looked back at him, her own eyes filling with tears. “I already have.”

The judge smiled at her, his heart full of gratitude. His time in prison would be difficult, but he knew that he had gained something far more valuable – true forgiveness.

As Valentine left the courtroom, she felt relieved and free, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She didn’t know what the future held, but she knew that she was stronger than she had ever been before.

She walked out into the bright sunshine, her head held high, ready to face whatever came next.

Some scenes from the movie Three Colors: Red written by A.I.

Scene 1



Valentine, a gorgeous yet timid student model, is driving home from her photoshoot when she accidentally runs over a dog. She quickly stops her car, gets out and sees the dog lying injured on the road. Valentine checks the dog and finds it has a collar, which reads “Max” with a telephone number on it. She picks up the dog and puts him in her car, then drives to the nearest veterinary clinic.


Valentine arrives at the clinic carrying Max, the injured dog. She approaches the reception desk.


(to the receptionist)

Please help me, this dog was hit by my car. I need a vet to see him ASAP.



Don’t worry, we have a doctor available. Please fill out these forms while we take a look at the dog.

Valentine fills out the forms and anxiously waits in the reception area. The vet examines Max and comes out to talk to Valentine.


(to Valentine)

The dog has a broken leg, but he’ll be fine. We’ll keep him here overnight and monitor him closely.



Thank you so much. Can I visit him?



Unfortunately, no. We need to keep him calm and rested. You can call and check on him after a few hours.

Valentine reluctantly leaves the clinic, feeling guilty for hitting Max. She decides to call the number on the collar to inform the owner about the accident.


(on the phone)

Hello, is this Max’s owner? My name is Valentine, and I accidentally hit your dog with my car. He’s at the veterinary clinic now, and the vet said he will be okay.


(on the other end of the line)

Thank you for calling me. Can you please give me the details of the clinic? I’ll pick him up as soon as possible.

Valentine provides the clinic’s address, and the unknown voice hangs up. She feels relieved that Max’s owner is coming to pick him up, but also a sense of unease about who the owner might be.


Scene 2

Scene 2: “The Possessive Boyfriend”


Valentine is at home, looking through her portfolio of modeling photos. Michel enters the room and slams the door behind him.



Who were you with today?



What do you mean?


I saw you with that old man again. Who is he?



He’s just a friend. Why are you so jealous?


(gritting his teeth)

I just don’t like the way he looks at you.

Valentine rolls her eyes and stands up, walking towards Michel.



Michel, you have to trust me. I’m not cheating on you.

Michel grabs her arm tightly, causing her to flinch.


(through gritted teeth)

Don’t lie to me, Valentine. You know how I feel about other men looking at you.

Valentine pulls her arm away and steps back, fear in her eyes.



That’s enough, Michel. I won’t let you control me like this.

Michel raises his hand as if to strike her, but Valentine stands her ground. After a tense moment, Michel storms out of the apartment.

Valentine sinks onto the couch, shaking with fear and anger.


(to herself)

I can’t keep living like this. Something has to change.

The scene ends with Valentine looking determined to make a change in her life.

Scene 3


Valentine is sitting on the couch in the Judge’s living room, listening intently to the sound of the wiretaps he has on his phone.

JUDGE: (smiling) It’s quite remarkable, isn’t it? You can hear everything.

VALENTINE: (unimpressed) It’s also illegal. You know that, don’t you?

JUDGE: Oh yes, I do. But there are certain things that people don’t say over email or in person. (pauses) For example, last week, my neighbor was talking about how he was going to embezzle money from his company.

Valentine looks at the Judge, horrified.

VALENTINE: You can’t just eavesdrop on people like that. It’s wrong.

JUDGE: (sighs) You’re right, of course. It’s a moral gray area. But I can’t help but feel like I’m doing what’s right.

VALENTINE: (stands up) I’m sorry, but I can’t be a part of this. (starts walking towards the door)

JUDGE: (stands up, following her) Wait, Valentine. Please don’t go. I need someone to talk to.

Valentine stops at the door, looking at the Judge.

VALENTINE: (softly) I’ll come back tomorrow, but we need to talk about this.

The Judge nods, looking down at his feet. Valentine opens the door and walks out. As she closes it, she hears the sound of the wiretap continuing to pick up the surrounding conversations.

Scene 4


Valentine sits nervously at a table in a crowded coffee shop. She checks her phone, looking wary and apprehensive. Suddenly, she sees the Judge approaching her.



Hello, Valentine.



Judge! You made it.


(of course)

I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

They both order their coffee and sit down.



What was so important that you couldn’t tell me over the phone?



It’s complicated. But I trust you.



You trust me?



Yes, I do. You are the only one who has been honest with me, Valentine. And I need your help.

Valentine looks intently at the Judge, waiting for him to continue.



I have made some choices in my past that I’m not proud of. And, now, I’m afraid they might catch up to me.



What kind of choices?


(taking a deep breath)

I was a judge once. I had the power to put people away or set them free. I always thought I was doing the right thing, but there were times when I wasn’t so sure. And, now, I’m receiving threatening letters that suggest someone knows about my past.

Valentine looks at him in shock, processing what he’s told her.



What are you going to do?


(looking at Valentine)

I need your help. I need someone to help me find out who’s behind these letters.



I’ll help you. We’ll figure it out together.

The Judge looks at Valentine, a hint of a smile on his face.



Thank you, Valentine. You have no idea how much this means to me.

They both take a sip of their coffee, looking intently at each other, a sense of understanding passing between them.


Scene 5


Valentine is on her laptop, typing away, lost in thought. Michel walks in, looking annoyed.


Who are you talking to all the time?

Valentine looks up, startled.


Just a friend.


Just a friend? I don’t like this, Valentine. You’re spending so much time with this “friend” of yours.


What’s the problem, Michel? You know you’re the only one for me.


Are you sure about that? You seem to be getting pretty close to this guy. What’s his name again?


The judge. His name is the judge.

Michel’s eyes light up, and he grins.


The judge, huh? I think I know him. I think he has some secrets that he wouldn’t want to get out, like his little wiretapping operation.

Valentine’s eyes widen with shock and horror.


What are you talking about?


I’m just saying, it might be dangerous to get involved with him. You don’t want to end up like one of his victims.

Valentine recoils from Michel’s words, feeling sick to her stomach.


I don’t want anything to do with his wiretapping operation. I just… I just like talking to him.



Oh, really? Because it seems like there’s something more going on between you two.

Valentine stands up, her voice shaking.


How dare you say that! You know what, I don’t even want to talk to you right now. Just leave me alone.

Michel shrugs and starts walking towards the door.


Suit yourself. But remember what I said, Valentine. Be careful who you trust.

As Michel leaves, Valentine falls to the ground in tears, feeling betrayed and alone.

Scene 6


Valentine sits on a bench in the park, her face buried in her hands. The wind rustles through the trees, bringing a sense of calm to the otherwise chaotic day. The judge approaches her, takes a seat next to her, and offers her a friendly smile.


“Valentine, are you alright? You look troubled.”

Valentine looks up at the judge, her eyes puffy from crying.


“I don’t know what to do. Michel is furious that I talk to you, and my family problems seem to be getting worse.”


“Well, sometimes it’s easier to talk to someone who isn’t directly involved. If you want, we can meet somewhere else, somewhere where Michel won’t find us.”

Valentine looks at the judge and a small smile forms on her lips.


“Thank you, that would be nice.”

The judge nods and stands up, offering his hand to Valentine to help her up.


“Let’s go then.”

The two walk away together, disappearing into the park.



Valentine and the judge sit in a cozy café, sipping coffee and talking. The conversation between them is light, and Valentine is genuinely enjoying herself. The judge suddenly grows serious.


“Valentine, I know this may sound strange, but I feel like I can trust you. There’s something I need to tell you.”

Valentine looks at the judge, sensing that this is something important.


“I was a courtroom judge for many years. I’ve seen a lot of things, things that were wrong and yet, I couldn’t do anything about it. It made me bitter and cynical, and one day I decided to take matters into my own hands.”

Valentine’s eyes widen in shock.


“What do you mean?”


“I started wiretapping and eavesdropping on people’s conversations. It gave me a sense of control, a way to make sure that justice was served.”

Valentine takes a deep breath, trying to process everything the judge has just told her.


“I don’t know what to say. But I won’t judge you, we’ve all done things we’re not proud of.”

The judge looks at her, grateful for her understanding.


“Thank you, Valentine. You truly are a special person.”

Valentine smiles, enjoying the compliment.



Michel follows Valentine from a distance as she meets with the judge. He watches as they enter the café and stays close by, listening to their conversation through the glass window.


The judge and Valentine continue to talk, unaware of Michel’s presence outside. Suddenly, the door to the café bursts open and Michel storms in. He walks up to their table and slams his hand down on it, causing their cups to shake.


“What the hell is going on here?”

Valentine stands up, her face flushed with anger.


“Get out, Michel. You have no right to come in here and disrupt our conversation.”

Michel looks at her and then at the judge, sizing him up.


“You’re the one who’s been wiretapping, aren’t you?”

The judge remains calm, his eyes never leaving Michel’s.


“What if I am?”

Michel smirks, feeling like he has the upper hand.


“I’ll tell the authorities, that’s what. You’ll be sent to jail for this.”

The judge stands up, his eyes flashing.


“I don’t think so, Michel. You see, I have something on you. I know about that affair you had with your boss’s wife. If you tell anyone about my wiretapping, I’ll be sure to let that secret slip.”

Michel’s face turns pale, and he backs away from the table, defeated.


“You win. But Valentine, don’t think this is over. We’re finished.”

Valentine looks at Michel, a sense of relief washing over her.


“Goodbye, Michel.”

Michel storms out of the café, leaving Valentine and the judge alone.



Valentine and the judge sit on his couch, sipping wine and relaxing. The tension from earlier in the day has dissipated, and they are both at ease with each other.


“I’m sorry you had to witness that. Michel can be quite the jealous type.”

Valentine shakes her head.


“It’s not your fault. You know, I was thinking earlier. I’ve never really had someone to talk to before, someone who would listen and not judge me. You’re different, and I feel like I can tell you anything.”

The judge smiles warmly at her.


“You can always talk to me, Valentine. I’ll always listen.”

Valentine reaches out and takes his hand, looking into his eyes.


“Thank you. That means more to me than you know.”

The two remain like that, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes, lost in the moment.

Scene 7


Valentine stands nervously in front of the judge’s apartment door, her hand poised to knock. She hesitates for a moment before finally rapping on the door.

JUDGE (O.S.): (offscreen) Just a minute, Valentine.

Valentine waits anxiously as the sound of shuffling feet can be heard from inside the apartment. Finally, the door creaks open, and the judge appears, looking worn and tired.

JUDGE: Come in.

Valentine steps inside, taking in the surroundings. The judge’s apartment is cluttered and dimly lit, with stacks of books and papers piled up haphazardly on every surface. Valentine notices a photo of the judge in his younger days, standing in front of a courthouse.

VALENTINE: You look tired. Are you okay?

JUDGE: (sighs) It’s been a long day. Michel came to see me earlier.

Valentine stiffens at the mention of Michel’s name.

JUDGE (CONT’D): (noticing her discomfort) Don’t worry, he didn’t get anything out of me. But he knows about us, Valentine. He knows everything.

Valentine’s eyes widen in shock.


JUDGE: He found out about my wiretapping. He’s been blackmailing me for weeks.

Valentine’s face falls as the implications of the judge’s words sink in.

VALENTINE: (whispers) What are we going to do?

JUDGE: (resolutely) We’re not going to let him win. We have to fight back, together.

Valentine nods, determination in her eyes.

VALENTINE: Okay. I’m with you.

JUDGE: (smiling softly) I know you are.

Suddenly, there is a loud banging on the apartment door. The judge and Valentine freeze, looking at each other in terror.

MICHEL (O.S.): (offscreen) Open up, Judge! We need to talk.

The judge grabs Valentine’s hand, pulling her towards the back of the apartment.

JUDGE: Quick, we have to hide.

Valentine follows the judge, heart racing as they duck into a small storeroom. As they huddle together in the cramped space, they can hear Michel’s voice growing louder and more insistent.

MICHEL (O.S.): (offscreen) Judge, I know you’re in there. Open up or I’ll break down the door.

Valentine clings to the judge, her breathing shallow and rapid. The tension in the room is almost unbearable.

Suddenly, there is a loud crash as Michel kicks down the apartment door. The judge tenses, ready to fight, but Valentine pulls him back.

VALENTINE: (whispers urgently) Wait, let me handle this.

The judge looks at her skeptically, but nods in agreement.

Valentine emerges from the storeroom, holding her head high as Michel strides towards her.

MICHEL: (angrily) Valentine, what the hell is going on? Why have you been meeting with this old man?

Valentine meets Michel’s gaze squarely, her voice steady.

VALENTINE: (firmly) Michel, I don’t owe you any explanations. But I will tell you this: the judge and I are friends, and whatever he’s done in the past is his business, not yours. Now if you’ll excuse us, we have things to discuss.

Valentine turns on her heel, taking the judge’s hand as they walk out of the apartment. As they exit, they can hear Michel cursing behind them.

MICHEL: (voice breaking) You’ll regret this, Valentine. You’ll see.

Valentine and the judge ignore Michel, hurrying down the stairs and out into the cool night air. As they walk away, hand in hand, the city lights sparkling around them, they know that their lives will never be the same. But for now, they are together, and that’s all that matters.

Author: AI