LOGINThat evening, the restaurant they chose was relatively quiet. Warm pendant lights cast a soft glow over the room, while the rich aroma of Indonesian spices filled the air. As usual, Gian pulled out Aurelia's chair for her, just as he had done since they got married. Though a trace of nervousness still lingered on his face, Aurelia did her best to act calm.Across the table, Mrs. Lestari looked excited.“I brought some asinan Bogor back from our trip. Here, try some. I packed it in a cooler bag so it would stay fresh.”Aurelia's face immediately lit up. “Asinan Bogor? The one with pineapple and pickled mustard greens, Mom?”“Yes,” her mother-in-law replied as she took out a clear container filled with the refreshing salad and its tangy, spicy broth. “I know you like fresh, zesty flavors, so I bought extra.”Aurelia immediately reached for a small plate and tasted a spoonful of the broth first.Her eyes widened.“Oh my gosh, this is so refreshing!” she exclaimed. “This is the best asina
Gian's face changed instantly. That deep voice… it belonged to his father.He froze in front of the hidden door, briefly glancing at Aurelia. One look was enough to tell her that they were in a situation that was anything but safe.“Gian?” The voice came again, this time closer, followed by another, louder knock.“What is it, sweetheart?” Aurelia asked softly. She was already sitting on the sofa, clutching the blanket tightly around herself. Her breathing hadn't completely settled, and her cheeks were still flushed. She had no idea that a small storm was brewing just outside the door.“My parents are here,” Gian answered in barely a whisper.“What?!”Aurelia instinctively started to get up, but the blanket nearly slipped off. She quickly pulled it back up, panic flashing across her face.“You're kidding, right?”“If I were kidding, I wouldn't be this pale,” Gian hissed softly.In an instant, the atmosphere in the room changed.Aurelia's heart raced against the clock. Damn it. This was
Aurelia gently slapped her forehead, her expression a mixture of disbelief and embarrassment.“Oh, my God…” she murmured.Only then did she fully realize that they weren't in their bedroom like they should have been, but in Gian's secret room, a private space hidden behind his office. They had been so caught up in each other that Aurelia had completely lost track of time.She glanced at the clock on the wall. The minute hand had moved far beyond where she expected it to be.“Wait… we've been in here for two hours?” she asked, shaking her head, half laughing and half panicking.Gian was lounging shirtless in a single sofa nearby. He merely chuckled.“Time flies when I'm with you, sweetheart,” he teased.“Yeah, and we're going to be in serious trouble if anyone finds out,” Aurelia replied, pulling the blanket over her body, which was still covered only by her thin undergarmen
“Hey?!”Aurelia cried out in surprise. Her voice rose sharply when Gian suddenly tugged hard on the thin black strap of her dress from behind.The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the bedroom, making Aurelia turn around with wide eyes.“Gian!” she complained. “I've only worn this twice, and you've already ruined it.”Gian simply stood there, his handsome face wearing a smug, confident smile. His shoulders shook slightly, as though he didn't feel guilty in the slightest.“I'll buy you a new one later,” he said casually, his low, husky voice sending a shiver down Aurelia's spine. “Besides, it's getting too tight, sweetheart. Your belly is going to get bigger soon. I don't want our baby feeling cramped in there.”Aurelia stared at him in disbelief. “You're really good at making excuses.”Gian clicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes playfully. “It's not an
Aurelia 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
Gian moved toward Aurelia slowly, almost soundless, closing the small distance between them. His warm breath brushed her face, and it felt like the room itself was shrinking around them.Aurelia swallowed hard. Her body went stiff, her instincts firing off warnings.“What do you want me to do?” she
“Typical gold-digger!”That was the first thing that flew out of Mrs. Lestari’s mouth this morning. Her tone was sharp, cutting, like a whip cracking across bare skin. The usually quiet house was now heavy with tension.Aurelia stayed silent. Her head bowed, her eyes fixed on the floor. She knew th
“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







