Gorgeous wine and the innest dishes. My wife and I are enjoying our honeymoon in France. The warm sun streams through the windows of an expensive restaurant, casting a golden glow on our faces.

Several months have passed since the most disgusting event in my life – the treacherous theft of my sugar bowl. I'm trying to numb the pain by enjoying a new career as the sixth most important financial adviser, participating in fashion shows, enjoying fame, and also spending time with the love of my life – now my wife, who is ten years younger than me and also left VFD, supporting me.

I've got into the habit of telling you phrases in French, it drives you crazy. I am not afraid to show love and passion in public places, my beloved is still not used to it, so she is mildly embarrassed when I kiss you on the lips with all my charm and audacity. My hand gently but firmly holds the back of your head while I shamelessly kiss you. But suddenly, when I pulled away, I saw someone. I shuddered and I even squinted to realize that my gaze was not letting me down.

"Bea..." That clever traitor, who left me without a sugar bowl and enclosed blackness in my heart... I hissed, but your squeak brought me back from my stupor. I realized that I squeezed your thigh, digging my nails in your skin.