The love between Yvonne Rousseau and Pierre Chevallier began as a bodice-ripping romance straight from a dime-store novel.
They met at the hospital where they worked in the lovely old French city of
She was 24, a lithe but timid nurse raised on a farm near
They found one another in 1937, as
Yvonne moved into
From the start, the relationship featured an intense physical and emotional cravingan animal passion, as a judge would one day describe it.
Rousseau would never lose her passion for Chevallier, even after they married and she bore him two sons.
Unfortunately for her, over time the passion grew one-sided, and she was destined for a life of tortured jealousythe injured lovers hell, as John Milton put it in Paradise Lost.
Theirs would prove to be a tragic love of operatic proportiona story worthy of Puccini. It would play out in a classic French crime passionnel that gripped