REVENGE OF THE FORGOTTEN WIFE

PART 1

For two years, I lay in a coma.

My body was helpless on a hospital bed, connected to tubes and machines that beeped endlessly.

While I fought between life and death, my husband chose to look for another woman.

Instead of struggling for my recovery, Roby decided to enjoy his life.

He showered that woman with luxury and happiness...

using my wealth.

Just watch.

I will make their hearts stop the moment I set foot again in my own palace.

**

"Seriously, this is my house, Mr. Danil?" Natasya asked in disbelief.

She stared at the luxurious house left behind by her family, her heart pounding wildly.

The building stood firmly before her, as if mocking her long absence.

Two years.

Natasya had only been away from this house for two years.

Yet when she returned, everything had changed completely—

as if it no longer belonged to her.

"This is your house, Natasya," Mr. Danil said.

"The place where you were born, and where you gave birth to your son, Erik."

Natasya gave a bitter smile.

She felt like a guest in her own home.

"How dare they change everything."

As far as she remembered, this was not the color of her house walls.

"Roby should know that I never liked gray for this house, Mr. Danil."

Natasya had always preferred cream-colored walls.

"Perhaps that was the choice of your husband's other woman," Mr. Danil replied shortly.

Natasya's face hardened.

How insolent. Bastard.

"How dare my husband bring another woman into my house—

my parents' legacy," Natasya said angrily.

"Not just that woman, Natasya. Roby's entire family is living here."

"What? All of them?"

"Yes, all of them. You'll see for yourself later," Mr. Danil continued.

"But this isn't Roby's house! How could he dare do this?"

"Because Roby was convinced you would never recover."

Danil smiled faintly.

"They have acted arbitrarily with everything your family left behind—

your house, your company, all of it.

As if they were the rightful owners of this place."

"My God. How cruel my husband is. He doesn't even care about me."

"He was reluctant to spend money on better treatment for you. To him, it was nothing but a waste of money!

Even though you are the one who truly has the right to your company's wealth—not Roby or his family."

"Where is the love he used to boast about having for me?" Natasya murmured, half lamenting her fate.

"You know, Natasya, as far as I know, they throw parties in that house almost every day.

They forget that the owner of this house is lying in a coma.

It's disgraceful to celebrate on top of your suffering.

But they don't care. They keep partying and spending your company's money."

Mr. Danil's words only made Natasya's anger burn even hotter.

"In this house, my parents got married and built their business," Natasya said sadly.

"I will not let them destroy everything. This is the Jordan family's house of memories. I will not accept the way they have treated me."

Natasya clenched her fists tightly at her sides.

How much money has Roby spent since I fell ill?

I am sure Camila is pleased that I am no longer in this house. She must be freely using my money to buy expensive things.

Natasya knew Camila all too well.

"Are you ready to go in?" Mr. Danil asked.

Danil's gaze studied Natasya's face, as if making sure that she was truly ready to face whatever awaited her beyond the gate of the house.

"Of course, Mr. Danil. I am ready," Natasya replied calmly, even though her heart was pounding.

"Let's meet the house guard."

Mr. Danil got out of the car, and Natasya followed him.

Before stepping out, Natasya put on her sunglasses.

"The security guard's name is Jordy. I remember clearly—it was I who hired him to work at this house."

"I want to know whether the guard still recognizes me," Natasya whispered.

They arrived at the front gate of Natasya's house.

Their arrival was met by the security guard on duty.

"Jordy, I would like to meet Roby," Mr. Danil requested.

Jordy looked at Mr. Danil and Natasya with an arrogant attitude.

"I'm sorry, Sir. You are not allowed to enter this house."

Natasya froze.

Jordy has changed. As far as I remember, he used to be polite and kind. Why is he different now? Natasya thought to herself.

Does he not recognize me?

"Why am I forbidden from entering?" Mr. Danil's voice rose.

"Have you forgotten that I am Natasya's trusted representative?"

Jordy nodded politely.

"At the moment, the house is under Mr. Roby's authority. Anyone who wishes to enter must obtain permission from Mr. Roby."

"Mr. Roby has ordered me to forbid you from entering this house."

Mr. Danil's face stiffened.

He felt humiliated.

All this time, he had been the trusted confidant of Natasya's parents.

"This house belongs to Natasya Jordan, not Roby. Do not forget that," Mr. Danil said firmly.

Jordy smiled mockingly.

"Isn't Mrs. Natasya already dead?"

Natasya, who was standing behind Mr. Danil, was shocked.

What?

I'm already dead?

"Natasya is not dead, Jordy," Mr. Danil said in a firm voice.

"That's what Mr. Roby said."

Natasya immediately stepped forward toward the guard.

"Who said that I'm dead?" Natasya asked in a cold, sharp voice.

"Can a ghost speak to you?"

Jordy stared at the woman in front of him, his eyes widening.

His face instantly turned pale.

"Mrs. Natasya... you... you're still alive?"

"Alive?" Natasya replied sharply. "I was never dead, Jordy."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Natasya. Mr. Roby said that you—"

"Open the gate right now," Natasya ordered firmly.

"Y-yes, Mrs. Natasya."

With trembling hands, Jordy opened the gate.

Natasya smiled coldly.

Good.

He still remembers who the real owner of this house is.

"Please come in, Mrs. Natasya. I... I'm very glad to see you. You look well now."

Jordy's face looked sincere.

"How are you, Jordy? While I was away, did everything run well in this house?" Natasya asked.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Natasya. It's just that—"

Jordy looked confused.

"Why has the color of the walls changed?" Natasya cut in, her voice emotional.

"Why does this house look so different?"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Natasya. It was at Mrs. Larisa's request. She—"

That name made Natasya's anger surge even higher.

"Enough. You don't need to continue."

Natasya raised her hand, stopping Jordy mid-sentence.

"Open the gate wider. A large truck will be entering this house," Natasya ordered.

"A truck?" Jordy looked confused. "What for, Mrs. Natasya?"

A faint smile curved on Natasya's lips.

"You don't need to ask questions. Just do your job," Natasya said curtly.

"Or... are you already tired of working in this house?" she threatened.

"Y-yes, Mrs. Natasya. I'll open it," Jordy replied.

He had no choice but to obey. Natasya was the rightful owner of the house.

Not long after, the gate swung wide open.

"Come on, Natasya, let's go inside," Mr. Danil urged.

But Natasya slowly shook her head.

"I have my own way of entering my house, Sir."

Mr. Danil processed her words.

He saw Natasya turn to the driver who had brought them there.

"You can get out. I'll drive," Natasya ordered.

"Yes, Mrs. Natasya."

Natasya got into the car. She took the driver's seat, fastened her seat belt, and turned the key until the engine roared to life.

The sound of the engine rumbled, in sync with the pounding of her heart.

"Today is not just my return to this house," Natasya murmured.

"This is also the beginning of cleansing my life of parasites like them."

Natasya slowly reversed the car, then steered it toward the front terrace of the house.

The terrace where she once used to sit peacefully, drinking tea with her parents.

She began to count.

One.

Two.

Three.

Natasya pressed down on the gas pedal.

BANG!

SCREEECH!

BANG!

SCREEECH!

The car surged forward, crashing into everything on the terrace.

Natasya was certain this was more than enough as an opening greeting for those who dared to rule over what was never rightfully theirs.

As expected, all the occupants of the house came rushing out.

Faces filled with shock, panic, and anger appeared one after another.

Natasya watched them from behind the darkened car windows, savoring every second of their stunned reactions.

There was Roby, her husband.

There was Larisa, Roby's other woman.

There was Edgar, Roby's younger brother, together with his wife, Silva.

And there was Camila, Natasya's mother-in-law.

"What the hell is this?! Who dares to destroy my house like this?! Get out! Just learned how to drive, huh?! Get out!"

Roby's voice rang out loudly, full of rage.

With a victorious smile, Natasya unfastened her seat belt and stepped out of the car with graceful strides.

Her heels hit the floor with absolute confidence.

"I'm just returning to my own house."

Everyone standing on the terrace jolted in shock.

Especially Roby.

"Na—Natasya?" Roby stepped closer, staring in disbelief.

Natasya smiled elegantly, her eyes sharp and cold.

"Hello, darling."

"How are you? You didn't forget about me, did you?"