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“L-Let me go!” Nayla Pratama exclaimed in a stifled voice and tried to resist. Her beautiful eyes stared intently at Zavier Abraham.

Her smooth shoulders were grabbed tightly and her beautiful body was thrown down on the luxurious mattress they had throughout their marriage for the past two years.

“This is your duty! Shut up and obey!” Zavier's voice was loud and insistent. The man immediately moved to fulfill his inner demands without regard for his wife's feelings of suffering and not accepting Zavier's harsh treatment.

Nayla grasped the bed sheet beside her tightly, enduring the pain on the sensitive spots all over her body while looking at the ceiling of the room, with a sad look and tears gathering in her eyes.

“Zavier... Please slow down...”

However, Nayla's hoarse voice was ignored by Zavier who was busy fulfilling his desire.

Some time later, Zavier finished and immediately got up while taking his bathrobe.

With a flat expression, he left his wife's body and stepped into the bathroom to clean up.

Meanwhile, Nayla quickly pulled the blanket over her shaking and aching body.

Nayla looked at her husband's back, the back that she had wiped with a washcloth soaked in warm water a few years ago when Zavier was still in a coma.

Two years ago, Zavier had a tragic accident that left him in a coma for years.

Afraid that their son would not marry for the rest of his life, Zavier's family married him off to Nayla.

Nayla herself was forced to accept the contract marriage because she needed money for her sister's medical bills.

There was no wedding dress, no party and no fancy food served.

The wedding without a priest or minister was held in a tense atmosphere in a hospital room.

Witnessed only by Xander Abraham, Zavier's father and the owner of Cypro Holding Technology, ltd, the world's largest Artificial Intelligence-based technology company, and a registrar.

The thumbprints of the comatose Zavier and Nayla were affixed together and they were legally husband and wife.

However, when the miracle came and Zavier finally woke up, it wasn't a look of love that Nayla got. Instead, it was a look of hatred that always loomed over her head.

Zavier never approved of marriage. Especially with someone he never knew well.

There was no feeling of love that existed from every touch Zavier gave her, making her feel humiliated and could only obey.

A moment later, the handsome man with the athletic body, broad chest and boxy stomach had come out of the bathroom with wet hair and a white towel wrapped around his waist.

Nayla looked at her husband with resignation. The handsome man was not as good as his physical appearance. He never treated her well despite her efforts to be the perfect wife.

Since becoming Zavier's wife, Nayla did all the household chores well, from cooking, washing and even fulfilling all the needs of Zavier, a wealthy heir who deliberately did not want to hire domestic help, just to show his disappointment with the marriage he did not want.

“Where are you going?” asked Nayla in a voice that was still trembling with pain, when she saw Zavier already dressed and spraying his favorite perfume.

Zavier didn't turn around at all, but continued his activities and left Nayla lost in the silence of the luxurious room.

Nayla quickly pulled up the white blanket and wrapped it around her body then stood up and ran after Zavier.

“Zavier!” she called from the top of the stairs.

Zavier stopped his steps in front of the main door, but he didn't turn around.

“Are you coming home tonight?” Nayla asked in a hoarse voice.

“If I don't, are you going to report it to that old man?” Zavier said curtly after answering then continued his steps.

Nayla froze. Her hands gripped the banister hard as she held back her tears from falling.

However, before Zavier closed the door, he paused.

“Don't forget to throw away that safety guard!”

BAM!

The door closed roughly.

Nayla was still staring at the door Zavier had just walked through. The man had never really considered her presence in the house.

For the past two years, Zavier had always demanded his rights in bed, but he didn't want Nayla to carry the seed he had planted so many times at will. Zavier always wore a safety guard so that Nayla would never get pregnant.

Nayla glanced at the used safety guard, still on the floor that felt as cold as her heart at the moment, then grabbed it and threw it into the trash can.

Tears streamed down her beautiful cheeks. Nayla couldn't fight what she was going through because she was already in love with that man.

When Zavier was in a coma, Nayla took care of him wholeheartedly, taking care of all his nutritional needs and even bathing him. However, Zavier didn't know any of that.

Nayla knew that Zavier was secretly in a relationship with someone, and she suspected that there was another woman in her husband's life.

Nayla had even received information and reports from her friends that they had seen her husband with another woman at a famous restaurant, while Zavier never took Nayla out to eat together.

Remembering all this, Nayla let out her breath, which felt heavy in her chest, and tried to sleep after taking a shower.

The next day, Nayla woke up to find her husband asleep next to her.

She didn't know what time he came home because she was so tired from the night before.

As usual, Nayla got up and did all the household chores. She had also painstakingly prepared breakfast and then proceeded to wash the clothes by hand.

Zavier even asked Nayla to do all the household chores by herself. It was all for the sake of seeing his unwanted wife suffer.

In fact, with the wealth that Zavier's family had, he could hire dozens of ARTs to take care of their household.

After Zavier woke up, the man hurriedly left for work without even touching the breakfast Nayla had made.

“Zav... “ Nayla's sentence was interrupted as Zavier's shadow had disappeared behind the door and there was the sound of a car, indicating that the man had left for work without saying any words.

Nayla looked down at her hands, which were still full of soap scum. She was washing.

However, as she continued her laundry, her eyes widened when she found a receipt in the pocket of the shirt Zavier had worn last night.

“International Hotel, suite room in the name of...”

Nayla read slowly at first, but by the end of the receipt, she couldn't hold back her tears.

“SEFIA...”

Suddenly, both her knees felt weak and powerless. “S-so, my guess was right all along?”