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

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.

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

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

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