PART 2

Part 2

I snatched the jewelry worn by my husband's mistress.

I will not let that woman enjoy what belongs to me.

The same goes for the jewelry around my mother-in-law's neck.

I took it all.

Because it is mine.

**

"Natasya? Honey... you... you're here?"

Roby stepped closer.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

The wife he thought would never return to this house was standing there, perfectly fine.

Like Jordy, Roby looked as if he had seen a ghost when he faced Natasya.

"Of course I'm here, Roby, because this is my house,"

Natasya emphasized the last words.

Roby let out a shaky laugh.

"Oh, right. You're right, this is your house. It's just that... oh my God. Natasya."

He moved closer and wrapped her in an emotional embrace.

"Tell me I'm not dreaming. This is really you, my love," Roby said, his eyes glistening.

Only he knew whether those tears were tears of happiness or fear.

Natasya let Roby hold her, even though it disgusted her.

In her heart, there was no longer any love for this unfaithful man.

"You're not dreaming, Roby. I am Natasya—your wife."

Her gaze met Larisa's—the other woman.

The woman in the luxurious dress lowered her head.

Perfect. She's wearing my dress, Natasya thought, smiling coldly.

"When did you recover? I... I never expected you to get better, honey. I missed you, Natasya."

Natasya gently pushed Roby away.

"I recovered thanks to God, Roby. Tell me if I'm wrong, but... you don't seem happy to see me here?"

she guessed, lifting her chin with a cynical smile.

"You're wrong, Natasya. Of course I'm happy you've recovered."

Roby took a deep breath.

"I... I'm just surprised. Why didn't anyone tell me about your condition? And tell me—why did you enter the house by... crashing into the gate?" Roby suddenly questioned her actions,

as if the damage his wife had caused was unforgivable.

Roby should have known—what Natasya had just destroyed was nothing compared to the devastation in her heart.

"Because Jordy wouldn't let me in!" Natasya snapped.

"That's why I was forced to break through the gate."

"What?!" Roby exploded.

He marched over to Jordy and slapped the guard.

SLAP!

"How dare you! You stopped my wife from entering her own house?!"

Natasya merely smiled faintly as she watched Roby's outburst.

She knew he was panicking.

Jordy rubbed his aching cheek.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Roby. I was only following your orders. Didn't you—"

"Jordy isn't at fault, Roby. Because it seems everything in this house has changed. Everything."

Natasya then turned toward the four people who had come out with Roby.

"Natasya, I'm happy you've recovered and returned to this house."

Camila, her mother-in-law, stepped forward.

She wore a cheerful expression, though Natasya knew it was nothing but pretense.

When Camila tried to hug her, Natasya immediately raised her palm in refusal.

Camila stopped and stepped back.

Natasya's gaze sharpened as it pierced straight toward Larisa,

who had apparently become the queen of her palace.

"Natasya?"

Larisa looked terrified.

"I never expected your presence in my life was only to steal everything that belongs to me," Natasya said coldly.

Now she stood face to face with Roby's other woman.

"I—I..." Larisa's face flushed red.

"Natasya, let me explain, honey."

Roby quickly stepped in front of Natasya,

clearly intending to shield Larisa—his mistress.

It seemed Roby feared that Natasya might do something terrible to Larisa.

"So you couldn't wait for me to recover, Roby?" Natasya snapped.

"To the point that you brought her into my house?"

Her hands clenched tightly, her anger reaching its peak.

"I—I thought you wouldn't recover, so—" Roby grew more nervous.

"You could have fought for my recovery if you wanted to, Roby," Natasya cut him off.

"This husband of yours never intended to do that, Natasya.

He let you lie helpless in the hospital while he threw parties in your parents' house," Danil spoke again.

"Shut up, Danil! You—didn't I fire you as this family's lawyer?!" Roby shouted.

"Why are you even here?!"

"The only one who has the right to fire me is Natasya,"

Danil replied, looking at Roby arrogantly.

Roby turned to Natasya.

"Honey, he's not fit to be our family's lawyer."

"Which family are you talking about, Roby?" Natasya asked with an icy stare.

"Natasya, honey, he—Danil can't do his job properly, he—"

"Your husband got angry when I refused the transfer of ownership of all your assets and your family's inheritance.

He wanted his name registered under your company, even though it's clearly stated that it does not belong to Roby," Danil said again.

He was clearly satisfied with how things had unfolded.

"Don't talk nonsense, Danil! You bastard!"

Roby lunged at Danil.

But he failed. Danil's bodyguards immediately restrained Roby before he could attack their boss.

Roby's arms were firmly held.

"Let me go!" Roby shouted.

"Don't believe Danil, Natasya. I would never do that to you. I—"

"Unfortunately, I trust Mr. Danil more than you, Roby."

Natasya cast a look of disdain at Roby and the others.

"Move. I'm going inside."

She shoved Larisa's shoulder roughly and walked into her house.

Larisa didn't dare resist. She chose to step aside and give way to Natasya.

Upon entering the spacious living room, Natasya froze.

"Wow. You're throwing a party in my house?"

She clapped her hands slowly, her eyes sweeping over the food laid out on the table.

Expensive food. Expensive drinks.

What a waste.

Danil was right.

They must have been partying in my house all this time.

"Who do you think you are? Spending money on party after party—

in my family's house!"

Natasya's eyes blazed with fury.

"Natasya, today is my child's and Larisa's birthday, we—"

"You brought this woman into my house without my permission!" Natasya cut him off, pointing straight at Larisa, who looked increasingly terrified.

"Then you brought your entire family—your mother, your brother, and your sister-in-law—into a house that is not even yours! Where is your brain, Roby?!" Natasya shouted.

Larisa looked at Roby in fear.

"This is my house, Roby, not a social shelter!"

Natasya then gave a signal, and Danil's bodyguards immediately released their grip on Roby.

"You let me lie helpless in a hospital bed for two years. You didn't care about my recovery at all! But look at this—while I was suffering, you were partying in my parents' house! Well done, Roby. Truly well done."

"The doctors had given up on curing you, Natasya, so—"

"So Roby proposed euthanasia for you, Natasya," Mr. Danil spoke again.

"What? You proposed that for me?" Natasya asked in disbelief.

To Danil, euthanasia was an act of cruelty.

Everyone still deserves a chance to live.

Natasya was not dead—she was only in a coma.

A coma is not death.

That was why Danil strongly opposed Roby's request.

According to Danil, Natasya's wealth was more than enough to fund her treatment.

But Roby refused.

Roby wanted to get rid of Natasya—the true owner of the house and the company—so he could freely live with Larisa, his lover who had long pretended to be Natasya's secretary.

Natasya felt completely manipulated.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, YOU BASTARD! NO ONE ASKED YOU TO SPEAK HERE!" Roby shouted at Danil.

He felt Danil had interfered too much.

Roby panicked.

He was cornered, and it seemed Natasya already knew everything.

The question haunting Roby was—who had cured Natasya?

Before Roby could say anything else, Larisa, the other woman in his life, suddenly screamed.

"Roby! She took my jewelry!"

In an instant, the atmosphere in Natasya's living room turned dangerously tense.