Naella After I got back from this lady, I came straight home. She is right, I first have to plan well what I need to do and act after careful consideration. But above all, I have to pray a lot. My home threatens to capsize and only the hand of God can sustain it. Me who believed that marriage was a carnal affair and that God had nothing to do with it. I was seriously mistaken. In fact, it is itself the foundation of marriage, the third thread of the cord that binds us. Because a rope with three threads does not break easily. The evening after my father comes home, he comes to see me in my room. "So my angel, how was your day?" He asks me sitting at the foot of my bed. "It was good dad!" I replied. "I see you're already starting to get back on your feet, I like that!" He says in a tone of pride. "Yes dad, I can't cry forever. It is my life and no one is going to take on my challenges for me." I add. "I like what I hear!" My father replies, looking relieved. "I went to see the l
Naella I really had no intention of giving up, but Ethan's behavior discourages me. I don't know if I'll be able to hold on. He doesn't make me want to fight for our marriage. It looked like he was just waiting for this occasion to disgrace me. I think taking time off is the best thing for me right now. Once in my supervisor's office, I submit to him my wish to take a leave of absence. "But why do you want to take leave, Madame Naëlla? You've only just started work, is something wrong?" he inquired. "Mr. Dang, I really need to rest." "I understand you, but unfortunately, I can't give you all the time off. You have just started work and on top of that, you are an intern.’’ Replies Mr. Dang to my greatest disappointment. "Oh!" I exclaim with a tinge of disappointment in my eyes. "What's wrong Naella? Why do you look so sad?” He asks me, looking considerate. “It’s complicated to explain Mr. Dang. I have a few minor issues.” "Is this your husband? What's wrong with you?" He insist
Amy I'm so proud of myself. Lying on my bed, I sip good red wine with a big smile on my face, remembering the wonderful evening I just spent with Ethan. It is already falling little by little into my net. How good it is to be successful. I have nothing against Naëlla, but fate must not put her in my way. The next day during the day, I chat with Charles. "So, how's it going with Ethan? I dare to believe that behind that smile there is good news?!’ Charles asks me, scrutinizing me. "Ah my dear Charles, you were right! Things are indeed moving forward with Ethan in the right direction. ” I answer him without managing to hide my joy. "Wow! Tell me, he agreed to you guys getting together?' He hurries to ask me enthusiastically. "Calm down, you're going fast. For the moment, he must first feel confident with me and believe that I only want him well. There is also his love for Naëlla which constitutes a great obstacle between us. He must forget it at all costs. ''I understand. But for
Ethan I don't know if Naëlla will come to the gala evening or not. My editor told me that it would be good for my wife to be there, because it is good for my image, which also contributes to the sale of my works. Because if the public finds in me a responsible and balanced man in aspects, they will be more fascinated inclined to buy my books. Except that there, it will be difficult to play the game of the married man and happy as a couple. How long are we going to hide from people that our marriage is racing towards its end? Ah Naëlla, why are we reduced to lying about appearances, when everything was perfect in our life? You could ask me anything, I would have given you even what I don't have. But what you did was kill me slowly. What have I to do with notoriety, with public acclaim if the one who holds my heart has broken it into a thousand pieces? This dream that is about to come true is our dream for both of us. Without Naëlla, it would never have seen the light of day. I saw in
Naella Ethan and I kiss with a passion that does not say its name. I want him, and he wants me too. This moment is just magical. After more than a minute of kissing us, our bodies are begging for more. The kiss has become insufficient. It seemed like he actually increased our desire for each other tenfold. All of a sudden, Ethan stops kissing me, then says in a hoarse voice while staring me straight in the eyes "The keys to your car." I quickly open the pouch I'm holding and pull out my car keys. Always guided by his impulses, Ethan opens the door of my car, then leads me inside. Sitting in the back seat, he pulls me towards him and makes me sit astride him. He looks at me with his fiery eyes. I had never seen such desire in my husband's eyes. It seemed like that was all there was to him. They had taken over his entire being. He wanted me now, and that desire was shared. He pulls me to him and kisses me on the lips, then he continues to my neck where he places soft kisses. There is
Amy Shit ! Naëlla is gaining ground and if I don't do anything right now, Ethan will eventually forgive her and the two will get back together. But that, it is out of the question that I let happen. After all the sacrifices I've already made to separate them, there's no way I'm letting such a thing happen. When I got out of Ethan's place of service, I made the call directly to Ethan's number from my car. "Hello!" He said on the other end of the line. "Where are you Charles? Meet me in thirty minutes in our usual bar.’’ I summon him by hanging up, without giving him time to place one. I start my car and drive to the bar where Charles and I are supposed to meet. I start drinking beer nervously. About thirty minutes later, Charles creeps up and walks over to me. He knows very well where I am sitting, since we usually come to this place and we always sit at the back of the room. ''Hi ! So, is there a fire somewhere?” He asks me the question once he sits down across from me. “We need
Ethan What am I seeing right now? I think I'm in the middle of a nightmare and I need to wake up quickly. Charles and Naëlla, putting on a show in front of everyone and kissing like two lovers. "Calm down Ethan. We have to go." Amy said to me, seeing the anger rising in me. "No Amy, I think I'm going to kill that jerk who keeps kissing my wife." I respond angrily, while getting to my feet. "I understand your anger Ethan, but Naëlla is an adult and if she has decided to fall in love with Charles, don't you think you can't change anything? Even if you have to go talk to them, but you have to first regain your composure before going towards them." Amy tells me. Amy is right. I see two adults who know what they want and Naëlla doesn't seem to be constrained. She is even quite happy. "You're right. I better go back or I'll commit a crime." I reply by pulling a ticket out of my wallet to leave the bill. "No Ethan, you can't go home without saying a few words to them. Remember that Na
Naella Today is Monday. I have not yet recovered from the events of this weekend. I need to talk to Ethan and make him understand that I am innocent of what he accuses me of. I have come to the end of my one-week leave that my boss granted me. However, I could not move forward in my search for the truth. The only thing I know is that Amy is behind this whole evil plan. However, I have nothing to prove this. It will be my word against Amy's. All I have to do is try to convince Ethan to believe me. After all, we are husband and wife and as such we owe each other trust. I could see during our last meeting, that my words had an impact on him. I pray to God that he finally believes me. I go to work as scheduled. I work until lunch break, then I decide to go to Ethan's office. I have to talk to him and make him understand that I didn't do anything at all. So I walk up to his office and shyly knock on the door, coated I push it and I have come into Ethan's office. I find him with his lawye