I REPAY MY HUSBAND'S BETRAYAL

"Sign this document," Arslan said matter-of-factly. He entered the magnificent two-story house he'd worked so hard to build.

"What's the file, darling?" asked Helena in amazement. She was holding a tray of dinner she had prepared for her husband.

"Our divorce papers."

The tray fell over. It made a disturbing noise and scattered a lot of broken glass. But none of this bothered Helena. The only thing that kept her from looking away was Arslan, who gave her a disgusted look.

"You are careless," Arslan scolded when he saw how much was scattered. "Rina!" he called to one of the servants in the house. Hurriedly, the woman named Rina came to them. Arslan's orders were things that had to be done immediately. If they didn't, they would face his wrath and a long lecture.

"Could you be more careful?" he reproached Helena. "Do you think what you have in your hands was bought for nothing?" Arslan glared disapprovingly. He gave Helena a look of annoyance, irritation and disgust.

As if... Helena was an annoying fly.

"Are you... kidding me?" asked Helena as she tried to compose herself. Her hands were already shaking. The pain in her chest was also increasing. "Divorce? I... I can't believe you can say that, darling."

"I mean it." Arslan pulled out one of the dining chairs. He sat back with his eyes fixed on Helena. The man did not doubt his decision. They had been married for three years and tonight should be special.

Their wedding night. Arslan Tan, the man's name, was sure that the meal before him had been prepared with great joy by his wife. No, it wasn't. Soon to be an ex-wife. The meal was a celebration of their wedding day.

"But why?" Helena's eyes began to glaze over. She hadn't expected Arslan to be so nice to her. "Did I do something wrong? Did I have a bad attitude? Was my behavior annoying? Was the way I served you inappropriate?"

"No," Arslan interrupted immediately. "It's just that we don't need to go through with this marriage anymore."

"There must be a reason, my dear." Helena quickly sat down beside Arslan. She grabbed her husband's hand. She clasped it tightly, as she had done at the beginning of their marriage. But now his hand was cold as ice. There was no warmth that Helena could feel.

"I don't have to explain why, Helena." The hand was quickly pushed away. "Just sign it. I'm done with this marriage."

Helena shook her head violently. "I need a reason, darling." She clenched her hands. "Who knows if I can make up for the wrongs I've done to you. Have you forgotten that we loved each other?"

"That was then." Arslan said sarcastically. "I admit, I did love you. But in the past. A time when I thought I could be happy with the love we have."

"Aren't we happy? Especially now that your career is soaring. The position you've been craving is within your grasp. Your dreams are coming true one by one. I'm happy to accompany you in this way, darling.

Arslan shook her hand gently. "You are an ordinary woman, Helena. If it wasn't for my hard work, I wouldn't be in this position. You haven't contributed much to my career." The man also grabbed the cheek of the woman who had been at his side.

Back then, Arslan was an ordinary worker. He often worked overtime to make ends meet. He fell in love with the woman he had accidentally saved from the storm. Like a couple drunk with romance, they got married. Although they lived in simplicity, his wife never complained. Always trying to keep up and serving with all her heart.

As the years passed, happiness came. Arslan's career took off and their economic life began to rise. His mother and sister also felt what Arslan was getting. And lived together in their little family. Helena was no problem. She welcomed her mother-in-law and sister-in-law with joy.

But now Arslan needed a more valuable companion. He couldn't introduce his wife to his clients or business partners as an ordinary person. Even if Arslan thought about it, his wife's big family gathering was only during the holidays. And that was very simple; in a village far away from the city center.

"I am ashamed to have a wife like you, Helena," said Arslan, who immediately let go of his grip. Helena's face turned red. Tears ran down Helena's cheeks, but Arslan didn't care.

What he said was true.

"Instead of listening to my many words, which will hurt you even more, you better sign this letter right now". Arslan adjusted his tie. "I have a lot to do."

"Is that all I am to you, Arslan?" For the first time since their marriage, Helena called her husband's name 'Arslan' again. No more 'darling' or any other nickname.

"Yes," Arslan replied. "And another thing that makes me even more determined to divorce you."

Helena's hands clasped tightly again. She didn't care if tears continued to run down her cheeks. The pain of Arslan's words had completely overwhelmed her.

"I need descendants, Helena. I can't possibly leave the business empire I've created in the hands of someone else. But so far you have been unable to fulfill my greatest wish."

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of laughter and chatter coming from the direction of the main door.

"Ah, there you are." Arslan smiled slightly. His handsome face looked even more charming. The face that brought Helena to her knees with its love and simplicity. The face that never made her wonder what kind of life she would lead with Arslan.

Unfortunately, that smile was never there again. But now that smile is back. But not for Helena. But for the beautiful woman with the big belly who came with her mother-in-law and sister-in-law.

"You look so beautiful in that red dress, Sister Tiara," complimented the young girl walking to the right of the beautiful, big-bellied woman.

"She is the daughter of the Jacob family. Of course, whatever she wears is fitting and appropriate." Not to be outdone, the voice of Mirna, Helena's mother-in-law, was also heard,

And the beautiful woman's response was simply to laugh. "You praise me too much. Yori is also beautiful in that white dress, is there anything special today?"

"My boyfriend is coming to visit," Yori squealed with a big smile. "I can't wait to introduce him to you."

Helena realized the situation she was in. She looked at Arslan with a curious expression. She wiped away her tears immediately, at least not to leave too many tear stains. "Who is that woman?"

"She is my future wife, Helena. I hope you understand why I'm asking for a divorce. Do not worry, there will be compensation for our divorce." Arslan greeted the woman's arrival cheerfully. "Was the journey to my house tiring, my dear?"

The woman pouted. "If I hadn't remembered that you had important business, I would have sulked today."

Arslan patted the beautiful woman, who was pregnant with his child, on the nose. The child he had waited and hoped for in this world. His bloodline.

"Have you finished your business, dear?" asked Tiara, the pregnant woman, in a spoiled tone.

"I have. Yes, right, Helena?"