Dinam It's already been a week to the day today, since I buried my mother. The pain is still great. It seems that she is inked in me and is one and the same and body. Today exceptionally, I decide to get out of bed and do some tidying up in my apartment. I put my mother's suitcases in the second bedroom. I don't intend to touch it anytime soon. The memory of his death being still fresh in my head, I cannot see them at the risk of remembering events that will make me more depressed. Because right now, I'm really in a big depression. I spent all this week lying on my bed without taking a bath or putting anything in my mouth. It's when I feel a violent dizziness jolt me as I get out of bed this morning that I realize I haven't really put a single piece of bread in my mouth since my mother was put six feet under. I take my phone, which has also been neglected by me all this time. I call a restaurant that I know well for the quality of their service, and I order something to eat. I then
Maieil After careful consideration, I decided to give Lens a chance. I don't want to think if what I'm doing is right or if it's at risk. What matters most to me right now is feeling better. I don't want to sink into depression because of Dinam's absence. Maybe Lens can get him out of my head and my heart. So I intend to enjoy his company. Lens and I decided to go out in order to get to know each other better. It is therefore with this in mind that we agreed to meet on the following Sunday in the evening. I decide to make myself beautiful for this occasion. I wanted to feel like a woman, to be able to live even if Dinam is no longer in my life. My life shouldn't end because he's gone. Arriving at the restaurant where Lens and I are going to spend the evening, I find him already seated waiting for me. Indeed, I arrived on purpose five minutes late. I no longer wanted to do things to please others, nor the one who takes pleasure in any situation. I no longer wanted to be that perfect g
Dinam Sitting on my bed, envelope in hand, I wonder what it might contain. What is this information that my mother wanted me to know once she was gone? What is it really about? What information will I find there? I ask myself all these questions while staring at the envelope I'm holding in my hand, without having the courage to open it. I would be lying if I said that I don't feel the slightest fear of reading what's in this envelope. My heart is beating a mile an hour right now. I imagine the worst scenario. I hope I'm not going to learn something I don't want to know about my mother. I'm so worried about this idea that I want to put this envelope back in my suitcase and not read it again, at least not anytime soon. It's true, my life has been complicated enough lately that if I read something unfavorable for me inside, I would sink deeper into depression as I do my best to get out of it. I stay more than thirty minutes to think about any possible information that this envelope coul
Maieil It's like the sky has fallen on me. What am I going to do right now? It's true that Dinam and I had dreamed so much of having this child. I immediately remember our conversations on the subject. Dinam was so excited to be a father and I dreamed of giving him a child, the fruit of our love. It was then the period that I believed in his love. He had managed to sweet talk me with his smooth words and gentle eyes. However, the situation has changed since then. Things aren't the way they used to be. And I couldn't wait to be pregnant?! Is it in this condition that I had wished to have this child? In full divorce with the father? I never dreamed of having a child out of wedlock or having children with different fathers. What am I going to do my God!! I quickly crush a tear trying to escape my eye. I walk out of the doctor's office looking less than cheerful. Unlike me, he was happy for my condition. It's normal, he can't understand my state of mind, because he's not in my current s
Martina I left Maïeil's room with my guts seething with anger. This girl has the gift of pissing me off. It's always when things are going so well that she always decides to screw everything up at the last minute. This child she is expecting at the moment could only jeopardize all my efforts to monopolize my husband's immense fortune through the marriage of Lens and Maïeil. I'm sure if this child were to be born, my husband would change his will to include him. I don't want my fortune to start to crumble before I even get my hands on it. I must take all the measures so that this child does not see the light of day. As soon as I go to my room, I make the call directly to the Lens number. He wins after three consecutive attempts. "Hello !" he begins. "I want to see you right away at your apartment!" I say in an authoritative tone. "It's not possible Martine. I'm busy right now. We could see each other tomorrow morning, right? In addition, your husband will be back shortly." He repli
Maieil So it's decided, I'm going to keep my child. I am ready to fight against all odds for this child. I wanted him and even though he seems to have come at the wrong time, I still want him. At the moment, I don't know if I'm going to tell his father that I'm pregnant with him or not. That's the dilemma I'm in right now. In case I decide to inform him of the news, there is no doubt that he will want to be present in the life of this child and by extension, in mine. In this case, all my efforts to get away from him fell through. I cannot say what could result from my proximity to Dinam. As soon as he is near me, I lose control of my body. Dinam exudes a strength from him, or else a power before which I cannot resist. So how can I take the risk of talking to him about my pregnancy while preventing us from jumping on each other like goats every time we have to see each other. As for the second hypothesis, namely not informing Dinam that I am expecting a child from him, I also run a r
Dinam I went to the meeting with my father, in order to hear what my he has to say to me. I take the car and within thirty minutes I have already arrived at the restaurant where we are going to meet. As soon as I take my seat my father appears at the entrance to the restaurant. I see he wasted no time after my call. Me who thought I was going to at least be alone for a few minutes to collect my thoughts. Never mind, it's an asset on its own. It proves that he is therefore a punctual, organized man. "Hello son!" He said taking a seat on the empty chair in front of me. "Good evening!" I answered. "So you're holding up with your mother's passing?" He asks, giving me a look of concern. "I've seen better days, but I'm still standing." I reply coldly. "I'm sorry !" Replies my father with a sympathetic air. I still don't answer. There was a short silence that was already becoming awkward. Luckily the waiter came to take our orders. I was never used to having a father. How am I
Martina Lens told me that everything went well between Maïeil and him during their last dinner during which Maïeil told him the news about her pregnancy. Fortunately for us, I had already warned Lens about this pregnancy and I had prepared him for how he should respond to Maïeil. Otherwise, Lens would have done everything wrong. It's crazy what I have to do to make sure things work out the way I want them to. But it's not that hard! To believe that I am surrounded by stupid and incapable people. Despite the years that Lens had to spend by my side, he still hasn't learned anything. Fortunately, the wedding side is settled. Now I have to concentrate on finding a method to abort my daughter-in-law. I really need to think about it before the wedding date rolls around. For now, I need to find the toxic substance that will cause her abortion. I don't care what this question is. I have my doctor with whom I work and who often provides me with toxic products that could not be sol