Bustle

Day after day without realizing it, now my gestational age has entered the fourth month, to be precise, 18 weeks from the doctor's estimate.

I don't feel nauseous and weak anymore like in the early days of pregnancy, so while I'm at the villa I keep myself busy with gardening or just cooking food for myself. Even though Anna and Marcel forbade it, I insisted on doing it because I was bored.

Daniel didn't visit the villa anymore since our last meeting that night after we made love. I thought maybe Daniel and his wife Helen had made up again that's why he no longer visited me at the villa. Isn't it great if they make up? I feel innocent and can do whatever I want without being forbidden or ordered by Daniel Noel, who is now my husband. Then why deep inside I feel sick and lonely?

"Madam, let me help mix the vegetables and meat," offered Anna, a middle-aged woman who works as a maid in this villa to accompany me.

"Okay fine, I'll prepare the seasoning for the meat," I said deftly prepari