Naella I came back from Charles that day even more lost. I must confess that I no longer know where I am. And even more, I don't understand what has become of my Charles. It's all my father's fault. He forced me to get married and today my life has changed forever. I find myself stuck between two lives. Will I be able to marry my new daily life and behave like an exemplary woman, knowing that the shadow of Charles lurks around? Will I be able to live a happy household with my husband? And Charles, and the love I feel for him, will I end up forgetting him? Besides, where am I between all this mess of my life? Am I ready to sleep with Charles, just to prove my love to him? Why does everything have to be so complicated? Why doesn't he just take my word for it? I lay on my bed, my heart heavy. I feel like a huge stone has been dropped on top of me and I'm drowning. Eyes on the ceiling, I think about what to do now. Charles' mother asked me not to pay for their apartment anymore, nor to
Ethan The last few days have not been easy for me. Indeed, I haven't stopped thinking about what happened that night between my wife and me. This girl will never cease to amaze me. I feel more and more attracted to her. Every evening when I return from work, I have to force myself not to land in her room and throw myself on her. Since that night, my thoughts have not ceased to fly towards her. I want her all the time, to make love to her like crazy, to protect her, to keep her in my arms without ever separating from her. How then to do for that? She's so stubborn and does whatever she wants. I'm dying of jealousy just to imagine him kissing the other idiot, or even to imagine him in his arms. I still have to admit that Naëlla is not a girl with light thighs to give herself to everything. The fact that she is a virgin until this evening removes all my doubts as to her relationship with her stupid gigolo. I thought they were sleeping together, but that's not the case. However, what do
Charles I'm waiting for Naëlla at the time of the appointment and she doesn't take long to arrive. I took advantage of tonight's party to take action, as my friend advised me. As a result, everything will be put down to alcohol. Thanks to my friends, I was able to get drugs. I'll be able to put it in Naëlla's glass and she'll fall asleep halfway. The drugs will prevent her from resisting when we want to sleep with her. I wonder how she will do when she wakes up. Anyway, I don't need her anymore. Thanks to my mother's betrayal, Naëlla has stopped giving me money, and we'll have to leave the apartment she's renting to us at the end of the month. She is of no use to me now. So much the better to take advantage of it and take my revenge on her. We'll see how she'll feel when she wakes up. What she always struggled to preserve, I'm going to enjoy it and other guys too. I will see if she still reserves herself to her husband only. I know she must be begging me to give her more attention an
Ethan Naëlla doesn't know it, but the driver I put at my disposal is one of my handymen. It's true that at first, I didn't give a fuck who she hung out with or what she did. But since I discovered that this gigolo who served as her boyfriend had not managed to sleep with her, it put me on the alert. It's true, as a man, I put myself in his shoes and I felt that his ego would be hurt knowing that he had been with a woman for years without succeeding in touching her, whereas another can do it as he pleases. It is therefore from this moment that I asked the driver to be more vigilant. He informed me of all her slightest movements and even the altercations she had with him when he wanted money, or even when he demanded that she sleep with him. I must admit that Naëlla impressed me once again. She didn't hesitate to end their relationship, just to avoid being perceived as a whore. I'm sure many women in her place wouldn't have sacrificed their childhood love for a husband who was forced u
Naella I can't believe Charles had any intentions of raping me, and not just him alone, but also with his friends. In the end, he's just a thug and all he cared about me was having sex with me. And I who trusted him! I would have put my hand in the fire that Charles was different. In the end, his mother was absolutely right. One can never know a man enough. And to think that I was willing to sacrifice my marriage, to give up such a wonderful man as Ethan, for Charles. It took the latter to be despicable for me to see that my husband is a good person. Deep down I knew that Charles had changed since my marriage, and that things would never be the same. However, I was pushing this reality away and wanted to believe in this relationship that was already over. If I understand correctly now, Charles was ready to do anything to sleep with me. It only means that from the beginning, all he was interested in about me was just having sex with me. And I who felt guilty for not being able to offe
Charles I'm so enraged right now. Who does this guy think he is? Because he's rich, he thinks he's allowed anything? I don't intend to stop there. He can threaten me as he wants, but Naëlla is not going to get away with it so easily. I can't accept being taken for granted. I'm going to take revenge on Naëlla and her husband, even if it's the last thing I do before I die. I came home pumped up. Even the alcohol I had taken had already slipped out of my head. "Hello Charles!" I heard in the dark and immediately light filled the room. I thought I was going to find my mother asleep. Indeed, I returned at a late hour. "Good evening mom, and good night. I don't feel like chatting tonight!" I closed the discussion before it started. I went straight to my room where I scrambled before falling asleep. I can't get tonight's scene out of my head. And to think that I was on the verge of having Naëlla. Her idiot husband had to arrive in time to stop me. I wonder who could have informed him.
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
Amy Ethan thinks he can play me?! He thinks maybe he's going to break up with me without me agreeing. I am the one who decides who I put with and it's me who decides if this relationship should continue or end. No one has the right to break up with me, at least he hasn't been born yet. Who does he think he is? Does he believe that this little girl who still has snot in her nostrils can snatch my man away from me? Because yes, Ethan is my man. It is with him that I have decided to end my life when I want to settle down. We have been together for several years. He always took good care of me without complaining. He came back to me at the slightest snap of my fingers. He obeyed my finger and eye like a little doggie. And me, I always made myself desired because I know he's crazy about me. And that's not going to change overnight. Even when he found out about some of my infidelities, he still stayed with me. This little girl is not going to dethrone me from her heart. I am not ready to a