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
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
Naella Ethan and I kiss with a passion that does not say its name. I want him, and he wants me too. This moment is just magical. After more than a minute of kissing us, our bodies are begging for more. The kiss has become insufficient. It seemed like he actually increased our desire for each other tenfold. All of a sudden, Ethan stops kissing me, then says in a hoarse voice while staring me straight in the eyes "The keys to your car." I quickly open the pouch I'm holding and pull out my car keys. Always guided by his impulses, Ethan opens the door of my car, then leads me inside. Sitting in the back seat, he pulls me towards him and makes me sit astride him. He looks at me with his fiery eyes. I had never seen such desire in my husband's eyes. It seemed like that was all there was to him. They had taken over his entire being. He wanted me now, and that desire was shared. He pulls me to him and kisses me on the lips, then he continues to my neck where he places soft kisses. There is
Amy Shit ! Naëlla is gaining ground and if I don't do anything right now, Ethan will eventually forgive her and the two will get back together. But that, it is out of the question that I let happen. After all the sacrifices I've already made to separate them, there's no way I'm letting such a thing happen. When I got out of Ethan's place of service, I made the call directly to Ethan's number from my car. "Hello!" He said on the other end of the line. "Where are you Charles? Meet me in thirty minutes in our usual bar.’’ I summon him by hanging up, without giving him time to place one. I start my car and drive to the bar where Charles and I are supposed to meet. I start drinking beer nervously. About thirty minutes later, Charles creeps up and walks over to me. He knows very well where I am sitting, since we usually come to this place and we always sit at the back of the room. ''Hi ! So, is there a fire somewhere?” He asks me the question once he sits down across from me. “We need
Ethan What am I seeing right now? I think I'm in the middle of a nightmare and I need to wake up quickly. Charles and Naëlla, putting on a show in front of everyone and kissing like two lovers. "Calm down Ethan. We have to go." Amy said to me, seeing the anger rising in me. "No Amy, I think I'm going to kill that jerk who keeps kissing my wife." I respond angrily, while getting to my feet. "I understand your anger Ethan, but Naëlla is an adult and if she has decided to fall in love with Charles, don't you think you can't change anything? Even if you have to go talk to them, but you have to first regain your composure before going towards them." Amy tells me. Amy is right. I see two adults who know what they want and Naëlla doesn't seem to be constrained. She is even quite happy. "You're right. I better go back or I'll commit a crime." I reply by pulling a ticket out of my wallet to leave the bill. "No Ethan, you can't go home without saying a few words to them. Remember that Na
Naella Today is Monday. I have not yet recovered from the events of this weekend. I need to talk to Ethan and make him understand that I am innocent of what he accuses me of. I have come to the end of my one-week leave that my boss granted me. However, I could not move forward in my search for the truth. The only thing I know is that Amy is behind this whole evil plan. However, I have nothing to prove this. It will be my word against Amy's. All I have to do is try to convince Ethan to believe me. After all, we are husband and wife and as such we owe each other trust. I could see during our last meeting, that my words had an impact on him. I pray to God that he finally believes me. I go to work as scheduled. I work until lunch break, then I decide to go to Ethan's office. I have to talk to him and make him understand that I didn't do anything at all. So I walk up to his office and shyly knock on the door, coated I push it and I have come into Ethan's office. I find him with his lawye
Naella Once in my office, I give free rein to my tears. I weep bitterly as I ponder the words Ethan said to me. Never have simple words touched me so much. They looked like stabs in my heart. Why is this happening to me? Lord, what have I done to deserve this? Why can't I find a single clue to the truth? Ethan, however, claims to have clearly seen me two days ago, when I was lying in my room at the time. Could it be witchcraft? Why am I at an impasse? I ponder these questions while shedding tears. I don't know when my boss came in, but when I looked up, I found him standing in front of me, looking at me with eyes full of concern. I jump at the sight of him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He tells me. I start wiping the tears from my eyes with lightning speed, as if he hadn't seen them yet. "No, it's nothing. I just didn't see you come in." I reply to him, making an effort to have a normal voice. "Take a seat please!" I continue, pointing to the chair in front of my des
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
Ethan I don't think in all my life I had ever heard such a nauseating thing. And to think that it was in my own family that such things happened. I think the word disgusted is meaningless compared to how I feel right now. I hold Naëlla in my arms, trying to revive her. "We need to get him to the hospital." I say to our mothers. "Don't worry darling, she's just giving us a little tantrum. She'll wake up right away." As she speaks, her mother takes water from a bottle not far from us and sprays it in Naëlla's face. She wakes up with a start. "Sweetheart, I was having a horrible nightmare. There was a girl pretending to be my twin sister, and worst of all, your mom and mine were lesbians. It felt so real I was praying God wake me up." Said Naëlla opening her eyes. "Unfortunately my love, this is reality. You weren't dreaming." I tell him in spite of myself. "So it was true?" She stammered, getting up from my arms. "If I understand Pauline correctly, my two eldest sons and Tania ar
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 At the sound of applause, my dad and I turn to where the noise is coming from. The girl, who is my spitting image, is standing and... "Mom ?" I yelled, surprised to see her there. "Surprise !!!" Says the fake me. "What are you doing here Chanceline?" Ask my father to my mother. "You don't have any questions for me!" My mother replies, glaring at my father. "Okay, enough talking! Everyone inside!" Orders the one who is my doppelganger, suddenly pulling a weapon out of her bag. We panic at the sight of the gun. "My daughter..." My father whispers, seized with fear. "Who's your daughter old ancestor?" She replies curtly to my father, with a tone full of rudeness. At the same time, Amy who had already come to herself, exclaims at the sight of everyone "Babette? What are you doing here?" "Oh Amy, thank you for pawning me. You and your minion have helped me a lot." Said my doppelganger to Amy. "How did that help? Care to explain?" asks Amy, who jumped up to come over to
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 I feel strong headaches. I try to open my eyes. I quickly walk them around the room where I'm lying. What happened to me ? And why do I have these awful headaches? I try to get up, but I can't. My hands and feet are tied to either side of the cramped bed where I'm lying. I go inside my head to remember the last events, maybe I'll understand why I find myself in this room that doesn't smell of roses. But I can't remember anything. All I manage to get are worsening headaches. "Where... Where am I?" I ask with a low voice. "Help please!" I try to scream with the little strength I still have left. After about five minutes, the door to the room where I'm lying opens suddenly. The man who enters is familiar to me. I feel like I saw him somewhere. But yes ! One of the men on the road! "You!" I exclaimed, my voice full of surprise. "Hello Sleeping Beauty!" He says, wearing a smile that shows his teeth yellowed by the excess of cigarettes. "Where have you taken me? What do you wa
Ethan I get out of the car and call the woman. She's Charles's mother, and I'm curious about the purpose of her visit to my house, since Naëlla no longer lives here. "Ah my son, you are there!" She said stopping. "Hello mum, how are you?" I ask her. "I'm doing well thanks !" She answerers to me. "Did you need something? Or are you looking for Naëlla? Because she no longer lives with me." I say to her. "It's true that I'm looking for Naëlla, but since you're here, I'd like to talk to you." She replies, increasing my curiosity tenfold. "In that case, I'll let my car in. You can wait for me inside the house." I tell her as I take the seat behind the wheel of my car. I run quickly, while the young mother enters. I park the car in the courtyard, then I go out to join Charles' mother inside. I find her comfortably seated in the living room. I come to sit next to her and look at her questioningly. "Son, I thought I was going to find your wife at your house?!" She says looking around
Naella I'm leaving Charles' mother at home. "Thank you daughter! Please call me when you have confronted your husband and father." She told me once out of my car. I promise her to inform her, then I turn to take the driveway that leads to the road. I drive at high speed. At this time of day, the road is clear. In less than thirty minutes, I should already be at Ethan's work. After twenty minutes of driving, a mini valve that was coming at high speed in the opposite direction, tries to crash into me. I do a lot of maneuvering so as not to find myself face to face with this car. However, I end up hitting a tree. The shock is lessened, because I wear my seat belt. I breathe a small sigh of relief, then I try to open the door of my car. "Don't move !" I heard before I opened the door. I turn around to see who is speaking. My door opens from the outside. "Who are you ?" I asked trying to dig into my memory where I've seen that face before. "It doesn't matter. You're bleeding, we nee
Naella Ethan pulls me out of my gongs so much. I can't believe he says such mean things about me. He may have been fooled and cheated on by our exes, but I thought he might at least have some savvy. Anyway, I don't know if it was a good idea to come here. Luckily, I'm going away from this company. Meeting Ethan in this business all day long, saying hurtful words to me, doesn't help me at all. I hope that as I signed the divorce pzpers, I will not have anything more to deal with him. I would have though wish I could elucidate this matter. I will see what language he will use this time. I came home after taking my leave. Ethan's editor left me a message for the success of his book. We're supposed to go on a date together to meet her and discuss about the book. But I don't plan to go there. I have many other things to do. Already he does not want to see me, so much better not to saturate. For now, I must begin to sort this story out. I thought until my brain hurt. There must be an expl