Naella Why these grimaces on the faces of my husband and his friend? And my husband who spits out his mouthful? I do not understand. Is it because of my meal? Impossible ! I had prepared everything as it should and I remember that I insisted on making these dishes in person, while ensuring that everything was perfect. However, I was soon to come out of my illusions. Just bringing the spoonful to my mouth, I spat it out, throwing myself at the bottle of water in front of me. I pour water into my glass and drink quickly. What happened ? Where does this excessive salt in my meal come from? There wasn't that though when I finished prepping. I look up at Ethan, just as lost as he is. The disappointment I read in his eyes forces me to lower my eyes. I feel very bad. I do not understand anything anymore. It was I who prepared the food from start to finish. No one helped me with seasoning or anything else. I tasted good and all the ingredients were in their place. I also remember that Amy h
Naella Mary may be right. I shouldn't have trusted Amy completely. At the end of the day, I don't even know her. I need to straighten things out with Ethan. For this, I prepare his favorite dish for him and I put all my heart into it. I must explain to him what happened yesterday. I made the mistake of not telling him I'm dating Amy. So I spend the day preparing his meal, and also making myself beautiful for my husband. I look forward to it all evening. Where can he be, given that it's Saturday. He is supposed to not work. Seeing that he wasn't coming home, I call Ethan, but his phone doesn't go through. I'm already starting to worry about this. So I decide to stay in the living room until he comes home. Despite my eyelids thinking from sleep, I managed to keep them open. I have to wait for Ethan. Very late around midnight, Ethan finally comes home when I was already up to go to sleep. He enters the living room where I am. "Good evening!" He starts without stopping. He takes the ro
Ethan I am happy that everything is back to normal with my wife. "I can't stand that you don't want me my love. It's my greatest fear!" I exclaimed, stroking the back of Naella who is lying on my chest. "Darling, I will never hold it against you. I can reassure you that I have no regrets about marrying you. On the contrary, I bless God morning and evening for this wonderful man He has given me." Her words produce such pleasing effects in my heart. "I have good news for you." I said placing a kiss on her forehead. "Which ?" she asks excitedly. "We will go to work together this morning. You can already start your internship today." I answered. "Wow bb, thank you!" She exclaims with pride. "I should have thought of this long before and we wouldn't have had to go through what happened. I realize you're naive. Your husband's ex can never be your friend. You can greet each other when you meet, but not from there to become friends to the point where you let her come to your house."
Amy I do not believe it. Is it the one who plays the holy nitouche that I just saw enter this bar in the arms of a man? Finally, fate seems to be on our side. Unwittingly, a smirk forms on my lips. "What's on your mind?" Charles asks me, guessing the Machiavellian idea that comes to my mind. "My dear, when you throw the bone in front of the dog, what does it do?" "He throws himself on it of course." He replies, rubbing his hands. "Well done! So we're going to the feast!" I reply, licking my chops. Naëlla has just thrown herself into the mouth of the wolf, and we are going to devour her like the real wolves that we are. "We'll wait until they finish drinking. Then we'll follow them to see how far they go." I give the instruction to Charles who nods. We stay chatting while keeping an eye on our two lovebirds. They seem to be more than just acquaintances. After about an hour of waiting, they finally get up and walk out the door. We follow them discreetly. When leaving the
Naella Charles' mother comes towards me, a smile on her face. She lost everything, she looked like she was sick. "My daughter, how are you?" She always asks me with a smile on her face. "I'm fine mum. What happened to you? Are you sick? Why have you lost so much weight?" I ask her, looking worried. "Ah my daughter! That's life. At my age, small illnesses are inevitable. The doctor diagnosed me with diabetes and since then it's been bothering me like that." She explains to me. "I'm sorry mum! But why is Charles letting you work with your illness? You should rest and eat well." I was indignant. "Ah my daughter, Charles, I don't know what's become of him. It's been nearly five months since we've seen each other again. He refused to leave the apartment you rented for us there, when I I asked him. He says he hates me because I gave you bad advice." She tells me, sorry. "What? Has this guy gone crazy?" I inquired, not believing my ears. "I myself cannot recognize my son. He has beco
Charles "Why do you call me by that name? Who are you and what do you want from me?" Naëlla's look-alike questions us with the most aggressive tone. "I suspected that it was the same Naëlla." I say in shock. "How about you explain to me what's going on!? Why did you confuse me with this girl? What do you want from me, and besides, who are you?" She asks us, surprised. "Because you two look alike. Well, physically of course!" Amy replied, refraining from pursuing the substance of her thought. "Very well, if you don't have anything else interesting to say to me, I think I'm going to leave. I have important things to do myself." The fake Naëlla tells us while turning on her heels. "Hold on!" Amy stopped her in her tracks. "What again? You're bad enough already!" She replies annoyed. "Can you tell me what your name is? And the names of your parents?" Amy asks. I do not understand where Amy is coming from, the fake Naëlla either. She no doubt finds Amy's question odd and racy. "A
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 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