“This has nothing to do with the past. Marguerite is incredible. She is smart, beautiful, and witty. She would make me a far better wife than De Car...ouges!”“Wife! You’re already married, or did you forget that point?”“I haven’t forgotten, but my wife is ill and weak. She cannot be long for this world.”“And what? You’d take the lady Marguerite as your new wife once the current one kicks the bucket?”“Yes.”“And how do you propose to do that when she’s already married to Jean de. He holds her face with both hands and looking at her eyes, both were in eye contact and was recalling all the way till here. He came to her house for helping his sister medically or mechanically to get her pregnant. But now he got married to his own sister. He never thought he is going for his own marriage while he was leaving his house. Now this gorgeous sister is his wife, he can enjoy her body like her husband enjoying. She also accepted it, and MIL not only made all her effort to break his. Then he smile and I swear to you that I fell in love right at that moment. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. His dark brown skin, his physique, his height, his smile, his hair, everything was just perfect. And even at that young age I remember thinking to myself that I was going to make him mine. The rest of the day was pretty boring for the sake of the story. We had breakfast and dinner at the house. I showed him around the neighborhood. He wanted to know where he could go to. And makes at least $55.00 per hour of work every day. Going back. So I was now standing inside my room wearing only my boxers and a towel hanging on my right shoulder when I opened and closed my door loudly while humming a sing along tone I never knew. I just did that to catch everyone’s attention downstairs. With a toothbrush in hand I tapped the bathroom door as if I’m playing drums. I heard everyone downstairs cut their conversation and turned completely silent. I opened the bathroom door.