WHO IS MY HUSBAND?

A FRIEND

He stood before me, saying my name, as I lost myself in his angelic beauty.

He was different from all the others: handsome, charming, with a bearing that set him apart.

His blond, almost white hair and his unfathomable golden brown eyes contrasted perfectly with his fair face.

His features were symmetrical, with a well-defined jaw and magnificent hair. He was admirable, brilliant, dazzling, elegant and magnanimous. Such a noble, superior presence.

Was he a man or an angel?

-The man (panicked): Madam! Are you all right?

-Ah! Sorry... Are you...?

He gave me such an adorable smile as he said:

-I am Ayden Finn, the son of Ayden Gerard. Don't you remember me, dear Lady?

What? He calls me Lady? He's definitely a womanizer. I answered him in a cold tone.

-Finn? That doesn't ring a bell.

At my words, his warm face turned into a desperate expression.

-(sad): Ah, that's right. Actually, I knew you since I was 6 years old. We lived in the same neighborhood in Belhi.

-I see, and...? At that moment, a radiant smile appeared on his face.

-You were my muse, Lady! And I...

-Do you know who I am, Mr. Ayden? He looked at me with soft eyes.

-Yes, you really are an angel... I stood up then, determined.

-Please keep your distance, Sir. I am the wife of Mr. Christopher Highs.

He answered in a low voice:

-It doesn't matter! Why did you choose a man like him?

His words made me furious. With that, I picked up my suitcase and left, my mind calculating.

Arriving at my office, I headed towards Christopher's.

As I entered, I found him with a look of anger burning.

-Christ? Are you okay?

He answered me in a curt tone.

-Am I okay? Are you kidding me? Where were you?

-Why was he so tense? What had I done? I answered him then, just as firmly.

-What's wrong? I'm an adult, after all! Why this question?

-(on edge): Ah! Shit, did you talk to Mr. Costong Herlf?

-No, why? And so, he continued with his baseless questions.

-Where were you, Elena?

-What's gotten into you? I was at the Hifteen restaurant!

-Don't go back there in the future.

-WHAT????

Then he left the room, worried about whether my child and I were okay.

Is this the husband I had known?

A week passed, and my parents came to visit me at home.

-Father (smiling): I am very proud of you, my dear!

-Mother: I can't wait to meet your child, who will also be my granddaughter. You will be an excellent mother!

-Me (moved): Mom, please stop...

-Father: What is his name?

This question made me think about Christopher, who had changed so much and didn't even seem to care about our child.

Lost in my thoughts, my father called out loud to me.

-Ah! Sorry, I think I'll call him... Christ Farah.

A smile suddenly lit up my face.

-Do you like it? Suddenly, my father asked me a question that relieved me.

-Does he treat you well? As he should?

A long silence settled in the room, before I could answer.

-Yes, very well. He is a warm man.

Why did I lie? Despite everything, I will always love him. Even if his faults are unforgivable. HE WILL ALWAYS REMAIN MY HUSBAND.

So, the day of my delivery arrived at the Sivernaïl hospital.

-DOCTOR: PUSH, MADAM! And at that moment, one of my friends appeared with the terrible news of my parents' death...

--- I apologize for the spelling mistakes! Thank you for reading me!

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