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Naella

My heart is beating rapidly in its cage. Who is this young woman? And then, the way she stares at me doesn't tell me anything worthwhile. Looks like she's not just an acquaintance of my husband. This morning, I wanted to please Ethan by concocting him a good meal for the lunch break. I also made myself beautiful for him. But here, it seems that I fell badly.

"You're busy, I could stop by later then." I said turning around to walk out the door.

To tell the truth, my heart is beating a thousand an hour and I'm waiting for my husband to reassure me that this dapper bimbo is no one for him.

"No sweetheart! You're not disturbing at all, you can stay. Come here!" Ethan hastens to tell me, coming to take me from behind by the shoulders.

The young lady continues to look at us, seeming not to appreciate it too much.

"Are you sure? You have visitors there. It may be important." I say hesitantly.

"She is Amy. Amy, this is Naëlla, the queen of my heart, my wife I told you about." He