*RADELLA* Chiltern Fire House is a unique restaurant that has an open kitchen concept. Visitors can see the chefs cooking and preparing ordered menus in front of visitors. Louis took me to lunch at this place. Watching the excitement of the chefs cooking according to their skills is very entertaining. I ask a lot about what ingredients they use. I have never seen many of the food ingredients they use. The fragrant aroma and unique shape sometimes make me hesitate to taste it but the taste is very good. I accidentally ignored Louis, who was always silent by my side. I forgot that I was with someone who couldn't be friendly with everyone. Louis is not a friendly person even though he often smiles."Do you enjoy eating there?" he asked as we were in the car, heading towards his aircraft factory. "Yeah, I'm happy Louis, thank you. I've never been there because I'm busy and don't have friends visiting there," I said, smiling at him and smiling too. Caressing my face and pulling one of m

*RADELLA* He seemed to relax after the woman said something that made me think critically. What if it's his child and Louis will take it and then she'll conflict with me for the rest of my life? Especially if she knows that what I'm carrying is not Louis' child. All this weighs heavily on my brain. Will Louis love my child or even love his child more than that woman? Oh, Lord! I'm in limbo. "You're spacing out, what are you worried about?" he asked as the car stopped in front of the mansion. The servant was ready to open the door for me. "Nothing, are you going to the hotel again?" "No, there's an important meeting, maybe I'll be home late. If you're hungry, just eat first." "I'll wait for you, be careful on the road." He kissed my lips before I left him. Before I entered the mansion, my mother-in-law came. The car stopped right in front of me. Usually, she comes with my mother or her sister but today she came alone with several bodyguards. "Are you going with Louis?"

*RADELLA* To meet that woman I had to lie to Louis that I wanted to visit my restaurant and he allowed it. I was accompanied by a driver and accompanied by four bodyguards in two cars. By the time I got there, she was sitting in the corner and waving her hand for me to see. All the employees bowed their heads to see me coming. Who among them had found the recording and told this woman? If they deal with me they can survive but if Louis finds out, I can't help. "Quickly tell me what you want because I don't have much time," I said, she looked relaxed enjoying the pasta on the plate. "You're so scared Ella, are you afraid that Louis will kill your child?" "Don't talk too much! I don't want to hear any nonsense from your mouth. Quickly settle this matter. I ask for the recording and tell me what you want!" She looked at me with a mocking grin, feeling like she had won a video that could bring down my self-esteem in front of everyone. She wanted me to be destroyed and hated by Lo

*Louis* "You postpone my meeting tomorrow until lunchtime. All agendas for tomorrow morning are canceled." "Yes sir." To comply with my beloved wife's wishes, I had to cancel many meetings. It's been a long time since I went on a business trip. Usually have fun with my friends after work is done. Now I just spend time with Ella. That's if possible because it turns out that domestic affairs take up a lot of time. Without therapy, I have started to be able to control myself. In the past, if I was angry, I would take out my frustration on other women, one of whom was Sarah. My unusual emotional control is because when I was a child I was always restrained and I wasn't allowed to talk much to anyone. I harbored resentment towards my father who always acted sanctimoniously in front of everyone. And when I grew up, I hated hypocrisy. I punish everyone who cheats on me without exception. "Don't anyone approach the room before I leave? Turn on the sirens if there is danger."

*Ella* My silver dress is almost the same as the dress displayed on the mannequin. But that dress is for a slim woman's body, whose is it? I don't feel like twinning with anyone. I choose the materials and quality. I always want to look different for special events every year even though my husband never participates. "Whose dress is this?" I asked the designer of this place. She smiled and said quietly, "Sarah, she asked for it to be made with materials like yours." I groaned harshly, and took a deep breath, why does she want what I like? It's not enough that she gets long nights with my husband. And enjoy all the facilities. "I want to change to another color—" "What about Mr. Louis, he's a person who finds it difficult to agree on the color he likes." "I'll call him, just a moment." I didn't know if he also asked to make clothes that were the same color as me. I'm used to being without my husband and never knowing if he wants to wear a couple of clothes. The even