Naella We stop in our tracks. "Amy, it's over. We've already gone too far with this story. We have to stop everything." Said Charles advancing towards Amy who is looking at us meanly. "Who are you to tell me to stop this story or not?" She replies, her voice laced with anger. "Now you're asking who I am huh?!" "It's not because we were getting laid all the time that it gives you the right to tell me what to do. The idea was mine and I intend to go there until the end." Amy reprimands. "I remind you that I, as much as you, was also involved in this story of revenge. It was you who asked me to join forces to separate them. So don't come and talk to me as if I were your minion." Charles retorts, challenging her with a look. "You may be right, but I realized that you are a wimp and if it was up to you, they would never have separated. It is thanks to me that all this happened and will go until at the end. I will therefore not allow anyone, not even you, to stand in my way." Amy ham

Naella We all turn around, faces full of surprise, towards the entrance to the room. "Mom, Dad? What are they doing here?" Ethan asks surprised at the sight of his parents. "You will soon understand my dear brother-in-law." Answers my sister. "Guenaëlle? What are they doing here?" Asks my mother, in turn, visibly surprised too. "You will know, a little patience dear Mama. Besides, go sit with the others." Command my sister to our mother. "But..." "I said go sit down!" she thunders at our mother who jumps at the sound of her voice. My mother ends up going to take her seat. "What are we doing here?" Asks Ethan's mother. "Now that the whole family is complete, I will answer your questions." Answers my sister, obviously called Guenaëlle. "Guenaëlle, stop what you're doing! What's this all about?" Our mother intervenes. "Dear mom, calm down. Right now, I think darling daddy needs to know the truth, don't you think? After all this time, he deserves to at least know who you reall

Naella My father's funeral is today. I can't stop crying. My father, he was the one who taught me everything. He showed me love and despite my mother leaving home, he didn't want us to feel this void. He fulfilled it marvelously by giving us twice as much love. I had asked him one day why he hadn't remarried? He replied that he didn't want to mix up his children, for fear that my brother and I would feel less loved compared to the children he could have with another woman. We were the center of his world. And it was again to protect me that he preferred to die by throwing himself on Ethan's mother who was holding a handgun. He didn't think twice when it came to our safety. I had so much more to share with him. I would have liked him to see his grandson or his granddaughter. I'm so angry with death for taking it from me sooner. Although he is not my biological father, for me he remains my father and my hero. My big brother Andy came back from Germany earlier this week. He told me tha