Amy I do not believe it. Is it the one who plays the holy nitouche that I just saw enter this bar in the arms of a man? Finally, fate seems to be on our side. Unwittingly, a smirk forms on my lips. "What's on your mind?" Charles asks me, guessing the Machiavellian idea that comes to my mind. "My dear, when you throw the bone in front of the dog, what does it do?" "He throws himself on it of course." He replies, rubbing his hands. "Well done! So we're going to the feast!" I reply, licking my chops. Naëlla has just thrown herself into the mouth of the wolf, and we are going to devour her like the real wolves that we are. "We'll wait until they finish drinking. Then we'll follow them to see how far they go." I give the instruction to Charles who nods. We stay chatting while keeping an eye on our two lovebirds. They seem to be more than just acquaintances. After about an hour of waiting, they finally get up and walk out the door. We follow them discreetly. When leaving the
Naella Charles' mother comes towards me, a smile on her face. She lost everything, she looked like she was sick. "My daughter, how are you?" She always asks me with a smile on her face. "I'm fine mum. What happened to you? Are you sick? Why have you lost so much weight?" I ask her, looking worried. "Ah my daughter! That's life. At my age, small illnesses are inevitable. The doctor diagnosed me with diabetes and since then it's been bothering me like that." She explains to me. "I'm sorry mum! But why is Charles letting you work with your illness? You should rest and eat well." I was indignant. "Ah my daughter, Charles, I don't know what's become of him. It's been nearly five months since we've seen each other again. He refused to leave the apartment you rented for us there, when I I asked him. He says he hates me because I gave you bad advice." She tells me, sorry. "What? Has this guy gone crazy?" I inquired, not believing my ears. "I myself cannot recognize my son. He has beco
Charles "Why do you call me by that name? Who are you and what do you want from me?" Naëlla's look-alike questions us with the most aggressive tone. "I suspected that it was the same Naëlla." I say in shock. "How about you explain to me what's going on!? Why did you confuse me with this girl? What do you want from me, and besides, who are you?" She asks us, surprised. "Because you two look alike. Well, physically of course!" Amy replied, refraining from pursuing the substance of her thought. "Very well, if you don't have anything else interesting to say to me, I think I'm going to leave. I have important things to do myself." The fake Naëlla tells us while turning on her heels. "Hold on!" Amy stopped her in her tracks. "What again? You're bad enough already!" She replies annoyed. "Can you tell me what your name is? And the names of your parents?" Amy asks. I do not understand where Amy is coming from, the fake Naëlla either. She no doubt finds Amy's question odd and racy. "A
Amy I had a very ingenious idea when we were talking to Babette. This girl is a golden nugget, even if she doesn't know it yet. I'm going to make her rich just for the service she's going to do me. I smirk just imagining how my plan will work out perfectly. How smart I am! I said to myself once I polished everything up. "You are a genius Amy! Your idea is perfect!" Charles exclaims after I told him about my ingenious idea. "Yes, I know!" I say smiling. "When do you think we'll implement your plan?" He hastens to ask with eyes full of stars. "Be patient my dear! The first step is for Babette to fill it." "Do you think she'll make it? What if she screws it up?" He asks me, looking worried. "It's impossible for her to screw up. This girl is just perfect. Life has not given her a gift and for this reason, she has learned to fight like a lioness. I know she will be a hit, especially that the reward is more than generous." "I hope so!" He made the wish, letting out a sigh. "Everyth
Ethan I drive at top speed to the address Amy gave me. I'm surprised it's in a hotel. What would my wife look for in a hotel? I don't like the way things look at all. Nevertheless, I am not deflating. I advance towards the interior of the hotel. Amy, who was sitting on a chair apart and obviously waiting for me, comes running to see me. "So where is my wife? And then, what is this place?" I ask her impatiently. "Calm down sweetie! Come on, I'll take you where your wife is." She said taking my hand. I withdraw my hand from hers then follow her, asking myself a thousand and one questions. We walk to the elevator and wait for a few minutes that seem like an eternity. Finally, the elevator opens then we enter it. We arrive in front of a room which is closed. Amy reaches out to open the door. I interrupt her. "What are you doing ?" I ask her with embarrassment. "What do you think? Do you want to know where your wife is or not?" I stay silent and let Amy do it. She finally opens the
Naella I arrived home completely devastated. I went straight to my room, without even saying anything to my father. "My angel, what's going on?" He asks me the question from the other side of the door. I remain silent, not making a sound. "Answer me honey, or I'm going to kick down that door." He replies in a worried voice. Having understood that he would not be ready to leave before I answered him, I finally decide to tell him, bursting into tears "Go away dad, I want to be alone!" "Okay honey, good night! But if you need me, don't hesitate to call me, okay?" He replies, looking worried. My father finally decides to leave, to my greatest relief. I cry all night, so much this enigmatic situation with Ethan is beyond my comprehension. I do not understand. Could he be bipolar? What happened to my loving, caring husband who treated me with such affection? Why does he decide on a whim to kick me out of his house like a slut? I don't remember, however, that we had any disagreement.
Naella My father is right, there is indeed eel under rock. This affair, I have the impression that it hides more things than it looks. I started feeling depressed the first five days after I got back from Ethan's. However, I woke up this morning with a rage to do battle once and for all with this story. I know that my state of mind is related to the dream I had last night. Indeed, I saw myself somewhere like in a big abandoned house, sitting on a chair with my head bowed. I was shedding abundant tears. My soul was so bruised that I felt it physically. All of a sudden, I hear a voice coming out of I don't know where, telling me "How long will you cry? When will you finally wake up from your sleep? When will you fight for your life, your home?" I look up to see who was talking, but no one was there. It was as if the voice came to me from within. A thought comes to my mind "What am I going to fight with? I don't know where to start." "Go with the strength you have. The wise woman bu
Ethan I spent a week at home, without going out or eating. I was disgusted by this life. Me who thought I had found the perfect woman, the one who was different from the others. And the height is that it is her that I just want. I don't want that reality to be here, I want to wake up and find it was just a bad dream. The worst part is that I love this woman more than anything. Despite what she has done, I want her to be there, but at the same time I hate her with all my being. But at the same time I want her to be there, to console me. I want her alone. My father had to break into my room and took me to the hospital, my state of depression was so severe. I didn't want anything, except for us to undo what had just happened. I loved my life before. I loved going home to find my lovely wife who welcomed me with love. I liked to eat his meals. I liked his smile. She soothed me in the evening, she consoled me after a long day of work. She had succeeded in transforming me into an ideal hu