The sermon

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.