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
Ethan I drive at top speed to the address Amy gave me. I'm surprised it's in a hotel. What would my wife look for in a hotel? I don't like the way things look at all. Nevertheless, I am not deflating. I advance towards the interior of the hotel. Amy, who was sitting on a chair apart and obviously waiting for me, comes running to see me. "So where is my wife? And then, what is this place?" I ask her impatiently. "Calm down sweetie! Come on, I'll take you where your wife is." She said taking my hand. I withdraw my hand from hers then follow her, asking myself a thousand and one questions. We walk to the elevator and wait for a few minutes that seem like an eternity. Finally, the elevator opens then we enter it. We arrive in front of a room which is closed. Amy reaches out to open the door. I interrupt her. "What are you doing ?" I ask her with embarrassment. "What do you think? Do you want to know where your wife is or not?" I stay silent and let Amy do it. She finally opens the
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.
Naella My father is right, there is indeed eel under rock. This affair, I have the impression that it hides more things than it looks. I started feeling depressed the first five days after I got back from Ethan's. However, I woke up this morning with a rage to do battle once and for all with this story. I know that my state of mind is related to the dream I had last night. Indeed, I saw myself somewhere like in a big abandoned house, sitting on a chair with my head bowed. I was shedding abundant tears. My soul was so bruised that I felt it physically. All of a sudden, I hear a voice coming out of I don't know where, telling me "How long will you cry? When will you finally wake up from your sleep? When will you fight for your life, your home?" I look up to see who was talking, but no one was there. It was as if the voice came to me from within. A thought comes to my mind "What am I going to fight with? I don't know where to start." "Go with the strength you have. The wise woman bu
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 After I got back from this lady, I came straight home. She is right, I first have to plan well what I need to do and act after careful consideration. But above all, I have to pray a lot. My home threatens to capsize and only the hand of God can sustain it. Me who believed that marriage was a carnal affair and that God had nothing to do with it. I was seriously mistaken. In fact, it is itself the foundation of marriage, the third thread of the cord that binds us. Because a rope with three threads does not break easily. The evening after my father comes home, he comes to see me in my room. "So my angel, how was your day?" He asks me sitting at the foot of my bed. "It was good dad!" I replied. "I see you're already starting to get back on your feet, I like that!" He says in a tone of pride. "Yes dad, I can't cry forever. It is my life and no one is going to take on my challenges for me." I add. "I like what I hear!" My father replies, looking relieved. "I went to see the l
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
Amy I'm so proud of myself. Lying on my bed, I sip good red wine with a big smile on my face, remembering the wonderful evening I just spent with Ethan. It is already falling little by little into my net. How good it is to be successful. I have nothing against Naëlla, but fate must not put her in my way. The next day during the day, I chat with Charles. "So, how's it going with Ethan? I dare to believe that behind that smile there is good news?!’ Charles asks me, scrutinizing me. "Ah my dear Charles, you were right! Things are indeed moving forward with Ethan in the right direction. ” I answer him without managing to hide my joy. "Wow! Tell me, he agreed to you guys getting together?' He hurries to ask me enthusiastically. "Calm down, you're going fast. For the moment, he must first feel confident with me and believe that I only want him well. There is also his love for Naëlla which constitutes a great obstacle between us. He must forget it at all costs. ''I understand. But for