LOGINAurelia froze. Her breath caught in her throat. Gian's words echoed so loudly in her head that she could barely process them. The tears she'd been fighting back finally broke free, streaming down her pale cheeks one after another.Across from her, Gian stood looking disheveled and frustrated. He ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes, as though battling with his own thoughts.“I-I can't take it anymore, Lia,” he finally said, his voice cracking.Aurelia stared at him in confusion, her eyes widening. “What?”“Your accusations are wrong,” Gian continued quickly. His breathing was heavy, but there was no anger in his voice now. Instead, there was nothing but raw honesty, the feelings he'd been keeping buried for so long. “If anything, you look even more beautiful and sexy now that you're pregnant.”Aurelia fell silent.She hadn't expected those words from the same man who had nearly drive
Gian fell silent, still unaware of just how deep a wound he had accidentally inflicted. To him, it had been nothing more than lunch that happened to come from a client. But to Aurelia, it was about so much more than food.It was about feeling forgotten.About having her little gesture of love dismissed.About feeling as though her love no longer had a place in his life.“You know,” Aurelia continued, her voice hoarse from holding back her emotions, “I woke up early this morning. I made sure I had everything I needed. I cooked happily because I wanted to surprise my husband. And what did I get in return? You didn't even care. You didn't reply to my messages. And when I finally came here, you…” She stopped, struggling to catch her breath. “…you accepted food from another woman with a smile on your face.”“Lia…” Gian stepped closer, but Aurelia took a step back.“Don't t
“Sweetheart, why would you say something like that?” Gian's voice was soft, but confusion filled every word. He clearly had no idea where his wife was coming from. Her question had been quiet, but it hit him like a hammer.Aurelia stood in front of him, both hands clenched tightly at her sides. The bright, cheerful expression she'd worn that morning was long gone. She lowered her head for a moment, trying to steady her heavy breathing.Instead of answering, Aurelia quickly crossed the room and grabbed the lunch container she'd hidden earlier. Her hands trembled slightly. Not from fear, but from the disappointment that had been building inside her.Less than a minute later, she pressed the intercom button on Gian's desk.“Rafi, come to my husband's office right now,” she said flatly, without a hint of emotion.A few seconds later, the office door opened, and Rafi stepped inside.He froze when he saw the tension on both Aurelia's and Gian's faces.This was, without a doubt, a terrifying
The soft tapping of Aurelia’s fingers against the steering wheel followed the rhythm of the song playing on the radio. Her heart was light and happy.Today, she wanted to do something sweet for her husband. Gian had seemed so busy lately, and Aurelia thought a little surprise might help bridge the distance that had slowly formed between them without either of them realizing it.“Sweetheart, you're going to love this...” she murmured, glancing at the food container on the passenger seat.The homemade creamy chicken soup was still warm, its delicate blend of herbs having filled the kitchen with a comforting aroma that morning.A few hours earlier, Aurelia had contacted Rafi to check Gian's schedule. When she found out that her husband didn't have any plans outside the office that day, she became even more excited.She had even called Nyonya Lestari to make sure they still had all the ingredients she needed.“We're still in Bogor, sweetheart. We probably won't be home until tonight,” Nyo
The sound of the shower finally stopped, followed by the soft click of the bathroom door opening.Gian stepped out with his hair still slightly damp, wearing a loose T-shirt and a pair of lounge shorts. His face looked pale, but Aurelia knew it wasn't just because of the stomachache he'd mentioned earlier.She knew her husband well enough to tell when he was hiding something.“Sweetheart,” Aurelia called softly from the bed.Gian looked up and gave her a faint smile. “Hmm?”“Are you... okay?” Aurelia asked, her eyes following his movements. He seemed more careful than usual, as though every step took a little more effort.“I’m fine.” He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. “I probably ate something weird for lunch. My stomach started cramping on the way home. But it’s better now.”Aurelia wanted to believe him, but something still didn't sit right with her.
Aurelia lowered herself slightly and opened her arms. Caca ran toward her and wrapped her little arms tightly around Aurelia’s waist.“Caca... you’ve gotten so big,” Aurelia said softly.Gian stood a short distance behind them, giving his wife space to talk to the little girl. Baskara stepped closer, standing beside Caca. His expression was calm as always, though a faint smile played at the corners of his lips.“Lia,” Baskara greeted politely.“Bas,” Aurelia replied simply.She wasn't sure how she was supposed to react. Their lives had been separate for a long time, yet having him standing only a few feet away still stirred a strange feeling in her chest.“We’re leaving tonight,” Baskara explained quietly, as though anticipating her question. “Caca has switched to homeschooling, so wherever I go, she can come with me.”Aurelia nodded slowly. She gently strok
Aurelia didn’t sleep a single second. Her eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, the cracks forming strange shapes, like a spiderweb slowly tightening around her. She felt trapped, and today that web was pulling her straight into the center of her ruin.Devina’s last words echoed in her skull like a cur
“You’re going to take your sister’s place and marry Mr. Gian.”The words fell from her father’s mouth with a coldness that sliced straight through her bones. As if he were asking her to run to the corner store for salt, not telling her to hand over her entire life to a man she’d never even met.Aur
“I want to ask you something,” Gian said quietly, though his voice carried an unmistakable firmness. “Who exactly were you trying to please?”Aurelia froze. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.Madam Lestari folded her arms even tighter across her chest. “Certainly not me, Gian,” she snapped.Si
Gian didn’t answer. Only a long, heavy silence filled the room, swallowing whatever courage Aurelia had left. She shut her eyes, desperately hoping for an explanation—anything. But all she heard was the faint rustle of fabric as Gian shifted on the sofa.Minutes passed before a voice finally broke







