"We met in 1988, begins his story Valerie. — So, were familiar a whopping 26 years! And me in the year of exactly 26". In the imagination of the reader appears Valerie Trierweiler, a young journalist of Paris Match policy division, and the PA language, always appearing in the center of important events. She recently remarried, raised three sons, and settled in a house in the suburbs of Paris, loved his garden with raised beds and flowers. 37-year-old Francois Hollande at the time held a high post in the government, served as first Secretary of the Socialist party and was also proprietary. With ségolène Royal, his civil wife and colleague, Hollande was supporting her four kids.

Valerie admits that he loved his job. She liked to write provocative, sharp articles — she's nothing and no one was afraid. Interviewed and young policy of the Hollande — a brilliant intellectual, and keen conversationalist. With my colleagues in the party, he launched a bold magazine La Revue des clubs Temoin, which with graceful irony criticized the current government. And constantly smiling, the soul of the company and generally seemed Valerie is very bright, cheerful and interesting guy. Francois had planned a policy, wanted to change the world. Accidentally collided somewhere PA rally, forum, marching in the dining room or the hallway of the National Assembly, they could talk for hours. About their friendship were various rumors, although PA is the moment about any novel they thought it was just a pleasant acquaintance and nothing more. The friendship lasted nine years, until one day everything goes sideways.

Here it tells about the day itself Valerie: "...it Happened in the police car, in the spring, on the way to a political rally in Chateauroux. With Francois we sat and chatted about something insignificant, when suddenly... he gently covered my hand with his. I'm so nervous. Inner voice panicked, "Take my hand, take immediately! Until later, take away!" But I hand not removed. So we got to the destination".

After that trip it all started. "...On April 14, 2005 — this day will remain memorable for the two of us date, which we always then we will celebrate as the Day of the kiss in Limoges, recalls Valerie. Traditionally accidentally collided in some kind of institution (each ran on their cases: I — for another story, françois — playing in the suburbs), we got stuck in the doorway and talked. By exchanged stock phrases and news, to part are unable and... started kissing. For the first time in so many years gave vent to their feelings. Francois was waiting for a taxi, I was late for the train, scurried around random people, we could not break away from each other. It became obvious that now all will change. We're not going anywhere, cancel all appointments and stay in the town of Limoges until the morning, we'll get a hotel room, where they secretly from all over the world and their families finally make love..."

The next morning began a new life, and she brought new problems. To be together, Valerie and Francois had to lie, to Dodge, to find time for meetings, to disguise and to hide. Usually, their secret meetings were held on Thursdays. Everything was just like in the popular song by Joe Dassin: "do you Remember that great day, that Thursday? We have taken the first step towards our great love." The song they jokingly referred to their love anthem.

In his memoirs, Valerie admits to lying to my husband was a real challenge, but Francois, as it seemed to her that his wife cheated on easily. Complained a lot... He didn't like that ségolène is in politics dreams of the presidential chair, and Francois, even in jest, refers to as "Monsieur Royal". It was evident that he frankly jealous wife to her political career — at the time, Francois Mitterrand gave the post of Minister in the Royal command, and not Hollande. Francois told Valerie that ségolène his overwhelming, tormenting them in every possible way and considers the henpecked. Now Trierweiler remembers listening to this whining, of course, regretted françois. Assured, he has a great future. Admired his keen intellect and erudition, tried not to miss publications of his books, some he gave her himself: "When you read it — there will be a real expert in the field of Economics!"

Next to Valerie from Francois if he killed shoulders, he forgot about his weaknesses and complexes. She saw him as so good that he wanted to move mountains. Her love inspires Hollande — at least so it seemed the Valerie. And yet, despite the PA's romance; she had no idea how to unravel all this tangle of contradictions that have thus marked their relationship. What were they to do? Throw family, work, break somewhere PA the island and forget about everything? It seemed so childish. And while Francois kept saying he was not interested in flirting and having an affair that he is PA something much more serious, given their then state, it was Valerie's unlikely..

Soon, their romance becomes known, rumors reach even the wife of Hollande. Ségolène Royal called in edition of Paris Match and found there Madame Trierweiler and asked for a meeting. This is how Valerie describes their conversation:

"...— Would like to talk to you". — "Well. When?" — "On Saturday?. Fit?" "No. Can't? How about next Monday?" — "And you know what I want to talk to you?" — "I guess". — "So you know about all this gossip?" "Madam, it is a common thing among the journalists and politicians". "And how are we going to fight them?"

...Then I found out that ségolène in search of the truth even called my husband and wanted to meet him. Don't know if he agreed or not."

This conversation prompted Valerie to take action, or the reason was different — not so important. But soon she filed for divorce. Follow her and Francois announced his decision to leave the family. It happened almost Naka Nune elections. In the office of French President Hollande joined already a free man, and Valerie was popularly the title "first girlfriend" of France. Despite the PA's informal relationship with Francois and the precarious position of the "girlfriend" Valerie without embarrassment participated in all social events as a full companion of the President. Traveled with Hollande at the world, shook hands with politicians and Ministers, talked, became friends with Michelle Obama and found that they have much in common, organized charity programs and social events. Once at the meeting with voters by the local administration as a greeting included a song of Edith Piaf "Life in pink light". Remembers Valerie, Hollande took her by the hand under the first chords and whirled in an elegant dance to the enthusiastic cheers of the women and the approving whistles of their husbands. It was a beautiful gesture!

Valerie tried to stay dignified. A happy smile and confident behaviour was trying to prove to others that did not shy about his not too certain status and does not test about it any complexes. Times and right kind of changed for a long time. Of course, there was talk that the presidential couple's legitimate relationship and officially register your marriage. But as time passed, the wedding was postponed, and the couple spent free from public cares the days in their jointly acquired apartment on Rue Cauchy.

Valerie read the papers and knew how it is called for an eye "Rottweiler President." People ridiculed not only similar in sound with the breed of the dog name Trierweiler, but the diligent care," which Valerie was surrounded by his "master", without leaving your beloved Francois. Villain, selfish, careerist, that's what it was considered. People refused to romanticize their informal Union — what is this love which so many children abandoned? Valerie still remembers the pain of jarring her words some ill-bred aunt, who in the crowd shouted to the President" who came to their remote village on an official visit:

— Hey, Monsieur Allait, my advice to you: I'm not alone on this its rotweilers! We don't like it!

"The most offensive were not even her words, but the reaction of Francois, — will write later Valerie. — He didn't answer that lady who just burst out laughing! I was in the status of the adulterer, cruel boy... not Easy to build a new life with a man who had a past!" — Valerie writes in his book.

The tabloids, too, was not idle. Out of nowhere suddenly began to appear strange rumor — supposedly the" President has the kid he's hiding somewhere in the Department of Correze -- That actually he has a romantic relationship with a television journalist from Canal+ Natalie Ianetti, and the like, is also pregnant with his baby... he had a love affair with Parisian actress Julie gayet, with whom Hollande met secretly in her apartment. Valerie tried not to give much importance to the "yellow news", but still no-no and asked careful questions Francois. In her memoirs she describes their conversations on this topic:

"Is all this true?" — that was my constant question to her husband. Francois laughed: "of Course not". And added: "You've already tortured your suspicions! Is more to talk about?" "To me this is just silly gossip?" — I insisted. "Well, of course, gossip!" "And with this actress not Dating?" — decided to clarify me. "No!" — believe me Francois".

Tormented with self-doubt, Valerie still took the phone Julie gayet and called, leaving a Voicemail almost the same words that she once heard the wife of Hollande. Asked to call back due to unpleasant gossip. Of course, nobody called back — apparently, Gaia is also not enough time "all this nonsense".

However, Valerie persevered, finally Julie picked up the phone.

— "Julie, do you know why I call you? I dislike all these rumors". "Me too," said Gaia. "Swear the head of his son, that they're lying," demanded Valerie. "I swear," replied Julie. — "In this case, for all of us it would be better if you made an official denial. Agree?" "Well," meekly agreed Julie.

"And because made! How could she lie?" —Valerie is perplexed on the pages of their memoirs.

But even then, the rumors have not stopped. Valerie is already starting to get nervous frankly, catches himself on the fact that now she constantly monitors her husband and any delay after work is causing her a new wave of suspicion. They often quarrel over trifles. Journalists analyze the pictures of the presidential couple and to notice important details: official Francois is always facing away from Valerie, no longer holding her hand; and on business trips is far ahead of her, not turning around. The media also removes a lot of attention to the details of his personal life "a new friend of the President" — tell that Julie gayet was once married to Argentinian film Director Santiago Amigorena, gave birth to his sons Ezekiel and Tadeo, but then divorced. She lives with children in Paris, very close Hey! from the Yenisei to the Palace.

One night at Valerie's nerves. Francois staging a scene in an attempt to get him at least some plausible explanation, she grabs a fistful of sleeping pills and swallows them at once. Further all happens, as in a nightmare. Without a doubt, this is the most dramatic page of her memoirs:

"...Francois took me by the hand, led her to the sofa, laid her down, and... gone! Walked out and shut the door behind him! I forgot a long sleep and opened her eyes only at noon the next day. I can see it in bright light, streaming down from the Windows. It was obvious that yesterday I could die by overdosing on drugs, and Francois did not even bother to call an ambulance. He just left me here alone. Probably told the servants that Madame is tired and its not worth the trouble. He went after issues about Julie. Came out, the rumors had basis in fact? It turned out he was hoping that I would die, and he will receive long-awaited freedom?

I grabbed the phone. He called my husband and screamed into the phone:

— I could have died! And you... you'd go to prison for failure to render aid! How could you leave? How could he leave me like this? I love you!"

Time passed, warm brine under-delayed, but Valerie couldn't forget — rather forced myself to just not think about the bad. One night she called friend, with whom they had talked with in Paris Match. She told her the news: Closer magazine is doing a story about the President and his mistress-the actress. In professional circle reporters adhere to an unspoken code of ethics — they don't expose their colleagues without warning. Friend honestly said — a week to break out the big scandal that it will be impossible to stop. You just have to mentally prepare for the shot.

According to the memoirs of Valerie, the night before they with Hollande had a serious talk:

"At dinner I asked Francois: "do You know what goes great article about your cheating? I want to know if they write the truth?" "You again? Of course, that's not true!"

The answer made her happy. So, just gossip! 25 years of work in political journalism, Valerie knew perfectly well that public opinion is shaped. Didn't she expect something like that on the background of sharp decline of the popularity of the President? According to the latest public opinion polls Monsieur Hollande was sympathetic only 17% of the French. It was rumored that the former French leader Sarkozy is seriously considering his return to the presidency. It is with such "revelations" and the great political campaigns of competitors.

Francois continued dinner as if nothing had happened. Quietly and calmly, his whole appearance showing that the alarm Valerie's not worth the slightest attention.

However, some internal tension, it never left. This is how Valerie describes the events of those days: "...had to be collected, pull yourself together, endure the upcoming scandal. Moreover, it clearly phony. So says françois. So when a friend received a short TEXT message: "Tomorrow" — even I couldn't believe it. Immediately called her back. So it's not just empty gossip? It wasn't an assignment? Not a montage? The friend sighed: "If... Tomorrow you'll see. Get ready ".

To sleep Valerie could not. Francois breathed peacefully next to us, his peaceful sleep was comforting her. Dirty gossip, bases, scandalous revelations — all this she has finished, will be forgotten. Have they not learned how to confront such challenges?

Morning January 10, 2014 Valerie, will probably be remember to the very last detail for a long time, if not always.

"...We woke up, had Breakfast, Francois went to work", I just started to gather. In the office waited for urgent matters, papers and documents of the PA signature. The door opened, the Secretary came in with the magazine Closer to hand. Handed it to me. I took. On the cover — picture of paparazzi, made in the early morning near the presidential apartments to the street. Francois Hollande, tilted down on the nose of the cap" goes out of the house someone else's house, where obviously spent the night, and riding a scooter Vespa, parked right there on the Rue du Cirque. His carefully waiting for the personal bodyguard of Michelle with a bag of croissants. (As it turned out, he always accompanied the President in these secret meetings.) "Recent months in the city have been circulating about the novel serve of the President with actress Julie gayet, — was stated in the article. Now gossip received direct documentary evidence". Inside were more pictures, like from the entrance comes a bit later Julie herself. Text on seven pages. Francois long at work, everything seems so normal. I take it, I write" him a TEXT: "So it was true?". He says: "In three, in our apartment. Let's talk"...

The rate of her memoir becomes very nervous, the reader is led to drama. Valerie remembers how Francois sat on the edge of their large bed, dad "his" side, and was silent. She sat down opposite. Narodila silence:

"So?" — "So, it's true," replied Hollande. — "Truth in what? What are you sleeping with her?" "Yes..." — he leaned back and sigh,"l — "And... how long?" — "The month".

...word for word, he begins to admit that the relationship is of long standing. Says three months, then six, nine... the year. Then concludes:

— Probably, you and I have nothing they can do. You will never be able to forgive me.

Then he got up and went into his study, where he was appointed a business meeting. Valerie gropes in his pocket phone, dialed the number of his Secretary Patricia Bianconi, asks her to cancel all visits today. Then calling his mother, sons... but the conversation is not glued. And reassure them it is not possible. In silence, without moving, in a state of stupor, she spends a few hours. And Francois finds her when he comes back home.

"What's to become of us?" — he asks gently. "With us? "Us" is precisely no more. Now just going to be me and only you, individually..." replied Valerie.

He helps her up, leading to the living room, carefully seats at the table. Lunch passes in silence. She can't eat, tears welled up in my eyes. Francois's there, holding his wife's shoulders. She buried him in the shoulder, whispers some incoherent nonsense, says she is ready to forgive, that they are both strong, that everything will be okay. Francois is responsible — nothing will cost. He wrote an official communiqué, a statement about the separation, which is read at an internal meeting and will soon read to live. She looks at him, puzzled. Had he already decided their fate without asking her?!

— Statement? Of course, go on do it, you are not the first time! — yells Valerie.

Hollande tries to calm her down, hugging, hugs:

— Well, we can't just leave, at least kiss me goodbye! We could spend one last night together. Farewell night!

"Break, tears fill your face and mouth, — continues to remember the book that evening Valerie. — Arms and legs are shaking. Running into the bathroom, snatched from a locker sleeping tablets, try to stuff them in his mouth, but Francois pulls out of my Rouge medications. They fall off and crumble on the floor. Losing consciousness in his arms, I hear Francois is calling for the guards. After a few moments myself — feel like I pick up strong hands, my body hangs on someone else's shoulders, to me the tabernacles-it dragged, I can hardly move legs. Taken outside. When the guard Michelle carefully and gently guides me inside the car, with the language suddenly breaks down a sneer: "I what a croissant is not captured?" Michelle is silent, lowers his eyes. The door slammed shut. Where are they taking me? I lose consciousness and don't remember more. I must have wept then the tears that were in my body."

Распоряжение отвезти Валери в клинику отдал именно Франсуа — у нее случился нервный срыв. Личные вещи и мобильный телефон были конфискованы, «чтобы оградить пациентку от пагубного влияния внешнего мира». Вот как она описывает этот момент:

"...At the hospital I was so drugged that I slept for several days and lost track of time. Call a doctor and learn from him is Francois insisted on increasing the dose of a sedative. This is why I was in such a state that even a spoon could not hold in their hands".

For the first time opened my eyes, Valerie was scared, and felt like just falling out of reality — she didn't realise how many days, how to call for mothers and sons, which is now françois. Turning his head to the right, noticed on the table flowers and chocolate. Probably brought their sons. Turning his head left, he saw at the door of the guard — and then all the events of the past days once he returned.

"...Our husband's personal drama has become a matter of national importance, is reflected in the hospital Valerie. — And now my medical card will also probably be attached to the dossier of top-secret government archives? I suddenly realized that I do not know where to go when I'm discharged from this hospital. And will I own now?! Trying to tell the nurses that don't want more drugs, they make me go wrong — even the spoon dropped from his hands, is not able! The girl quietly stroked my head, whispered in his ear: "don't give up!". They feel sorry for me — sincerely, a human being. But what could they do?"

Valerie calls for a physician to ask "are there too many I take drugs?" The doctor, according to Valerie, the fact about the large dosage of sedatives ordered by the President, he only fulfills his requirements.

Francois came to visit her in a few days. Talked about the fact that now in her life, things will change. All official travel with its participation are cancelled. Tired head Valerie refused to understand anything. What about India? She worked so hard on this charity event "Fight hunger"! No, in India also do not need to go. And hunger to fight is not necessary. And all she needs is to take care of themselves and to recover faster. Francois pulls out a piece of paper, briefly read out the text of his statement on the TV a couple dozen cold phrases about "the end of a joint life with Valerie Trierweiler". "....I ask him to give me the keys. Say: "You throw me out of your life, you're in our apartment not a house. Give me the key," she recalls in her book. Yesterday all the major life events they shared in half, now it's over. Each of buset itself. Valerie does not believe his ears. Somewhere deep down she still hoped that everything would turn out — the scandal subsides, françois would make a public apology, she will forgive, life will return to normal...

...As expected, the scandal, immediately dubbed by the French press Gayetgate, shook the whole country. Hollande has made two formal statements: first, he believes that the personal life is not subject to public comment, the second he officially announces the severance of relations with Mademoiselle Valerie. Questions about the alleged resignation has caused Francois Hollande sincere misunderstanding. No, he intends to work further and sees no reason to leave his post.

How much time she spent in the clinic? A week, a month, a year? One day, françois came SMS: "I ask your pardon, because I still love you." He chickened out or was sincere? I couldn't believe him..." — she muses in his memoirs.

Finally, the sedative dose was less, and one day the doctor said that she will be discharged and transported to the residence of the Lanterne, in Versailles Park, for rehabilitation at home.

Lantern has always been their favorite spot. But now Valerie will rest here one.

"Personal things, I decided to leave at the Elysee Palace and the luxurious of gifts received during the stay in the "first half-lady," refused. Jewelry Chopard, Rolex watches, the famous fashion designer clothes, tons of makeup and perfume Suite, all of these women's joys will now get a new beloved President," with a grin says ex-fiancee.

Now she was completely free to do whatever you want,— view from the trenches for hours in the dreary Park with large trees, to ride on it by bike, choose the movies, listen to music, read and think. Once she had a stable income, confidence in the future, lasting marriage. Francois has kept her from a normal life, forced to leave her job (and she wrote articles, she was offered to transfer on the Central channel), to fully surrender ourselves to him. And now, when he left, Valerie was left with nothing. In 49 years I have to start all over again.

Soon the administration of the Elysee Palace asked Valerie to collect things and to leave the residence. She, in turn, demanded Hollande to move out of apartments on the street is Cauchy, which they had purchased and built a family nest, choosing furniture, curtains, sofas... They were happy! Packing things Francois, Valerie remembered once in this very room she dismantled numerous bags and suitcases, brought them from the old apartment. They gathered him ségolène Royal, showing "the traitor" from the house to the new wife. Today it was the turn of Valerie to send back home unfaithful husband. For his things will call a loyal bodyguard Michelle. Where he can take them? In the apartment of a new friend? In the Elysee Palace? However, now it was of no matter.

...Scandal meanwhile began to slowly subside, Valerie lived alone on the streets Cauchy. Newspapers excitedly wrote that Hollande's relationship with gayet continued (the actress constantly see in the corridors of the Elysee Palace), and, as it turned out, last for a long time, nearly two years (not the year, as asserted her husband). Close friends from the surroundings of the couple happily told reporters that on August 12, 2014, 60th anniversary of the President, if appointed wedding. In the height of summer magazine Le Parisien published an interview with well-known astrologer of Elizabeth Tesla, which followed the tabloids predicted the "imminent wedding" Hollande and Gaya in the near future.

And all anything, if in this time the French President started acting real strange... Here he writes about Valerie in her book: "each day He TEXT me. Asked how I feel, what you are doing, what you think about. And then for no apparent reason began to declare his love: "I'm Sorry. I still love you", "I miss you", "we have to start all over again", "you are the love of my life", "I can't do anything? do without you", "Gaia means nothing to me" "only you", "I want to get married".

He begged me to date him, plead for a meeting, promised to publicly renounce Julie gayet, to say that it's over. When the press started talking about a possible forthcoming marriage to actress, Rapsa immediately sent me an SMS: "...only from you I want to hear is "Yes." July 4, I received as many as 29 messages, and all about the same: "I want you", "back", "I swear to you that since our meetings haven't seen Julie", "can't live without you", "you are my life", "I want you to win!"

Her mobile did not stop and cry for days. She didn't answer his message. At first, Valerie was puzzled, then he began sincerely to regret former lover, thought his new relationship at an impasse that no actress will never be able to give françois the warmth, respect and love that unselfishly gave him Valerie. Maybe françois, too, was acutely conscious that he had lost, so struggled to get it back?

Valerie was lost in conjectures. But the journalists from Le Parisien expressed a more cynical assumption is asking Francois Hollande knew his ex-wife began writing a memoir, really didn't want this and was afraid, so his love letters, he was just trying to confuse her, to make acquaintance, to forgive him, and even better — to opt out of the idea to put this? the history of the PA court a wide GSU?glare.

August 12 was the anniversary of Francois, but their wedding with Gaye never took place. Hollande celebrated his birthday in a circle of close friends in Provence Luberon. On Thursday 18 September, the magazine VSD issued a new sensation — the publication is a sad portrait of President Hollande and the title "Julie gayet broke up with him."

... Anyway, Gayetgat, which for many months has managed to order podnadoest to the French, September 4, 2014 suddenly broke out with renewed vigor — to this day on the shelves of France appeared the memoirs Valerie Trierweiler "Thank you for that." Abandoned by the President, the woman published the chronicle of his betrayal.

By the way, royalties Valerie for the book amounted to 1,300,000 euros, and sales in France, her memoir has overtaken even the famous hit of recent years "50 shades of grey". The majority of French people sincerely sympathize with Valerie. Even those to whom it had not been modified, radically changed their attitude towards the former "first girlfriend" of France. Strangers often stop her on the street, shake hands, Express their support: "Good, leave him. Well done, what ain't broke".

"10 years of his life were given to deceitful person whom I have loved so well. — Valerie wrote in her diary. — For the sake of which abandoned the family. 10 years went to nowhere. They will not return and nothing will fix it."

...In one of the cool days of September, she decided to get in the car and visit old places in the suburbs of Paris, where once, long ago, was really happy. Arrived, looked around. In their former family home still occupied by her husband, but the sons grew up, they began an independent life, returned to the capital. She noticed that the small garden neat and tidy. So, Danny is watching him, something puts. The Church of the XII century still strikes the hours sad ringing of a bell, and there still is a school, where there were sons. His heart filled with those memories, because when Valerie was here so happy...

PS: His memoirs Valerie Trierweiler finished with these words: "I desperately want to live. And to live without you."