Se connecterI stood stunned for a moment, staring at Jefri as he looked at me with doubt. 'Why can't you see the love in my eyes?' I asked myself.I forced my lips into a smile, though my heart felt shattered. "Of course. I’m certain I only love you," I replied, my eyes welling up with tears.Jefri gave a lopsided smile, the skepticism clearly etched on his face. "Thank you for loving me, Erika," he said in a cold, sarcastic tone.I knew he would never believe me, even if I said it a thousand times. Because in his heart, I was just an illusion that never truly existed. Or perhaps... he just viewed me as a shadow of Clara, someone meant to be hurt?Good heavens! I never expected my toughest rival wouldn't be Dita. My biggest obstacle wasn't the other women around Jefri, but his own wounded heart.I finally realized why Jefri never opened his heart to me. It wasn't because I was incompetent. It wasn't because Dita seemed more perfect than me. It was because my face was the very thing that had hurt
"I..." My voice caught in my throat. I glanced at the rearview mirror. Jefri’s reflection appeared there; he was looking at me through the glass as well."Of course, I love him very much," I whispered, holding Jefri’s gaze in the mirror.Our eyes met in the reflection, staring deeply and warmly. I knew Jefri would never take my words seriously, but at the very least, my heart felt a little lighter for being honest about how I felt.I turned back to his mother with a warm smile. "I could never leave Jefri."His mother beamed. She took my hand in hers, her eyes sparkling. "I’m sure you’re different from Clara. I know you’re a good person," she said, her eyes welling up with tears.She pulled me into a tight hug, patting my back gently. "I hope you’ll stay loyal to Jefri. Please don't hurt him the way Clara did."My heart throbbed at the mention of Clara—the name she brought up constantly. Was my suspicion right all along? Jefri still had an unfinished chapter in his heart, and that was
I pounded on Jefri’s chest, trying to break free from his kiss. Once I finally managed to pull away, I gasped for air and shouted, "Fine! I’ll do whatever you say!"Jefri smirked, his eyes gleaming. "Good. You should have just listened in the first place," he said in a cold tone, finally releasing his hold on me.'Damn it! Why am I trapped in this relationship?' I groaned internally.Jefri grabbed my hand and led me back to the lounge."Mom..." Jefri called out to his mother, who was sitting there reading a magazine.She looked up and closed the magazine, her eyes lighting up. "Did you go to the restroom to get her?""Yes," Jefri replied, then glanced at me. "She likes getting lost, so I had to go fetch her," he teased, giving me a cold, challenging look."Ahem!" I choked on my own spit and lowered my head, hiding my embarrassment."Go on, greet Mom," Jefri ordered, nudging my hand.I offered an awkward smile, reached for the older woman’s hand, and kissed it. "Hello, Auntie...""Aunt
I instinctively turned to Jefri. He raised an eyebrow, as if silently ordering me to confirm what he had just said.'No. I can't say yes. If I do, I'll be trapped in this charade forever,' I thought.I looked at him, trembling and nervous. "I-I need to use the restroom!" I blurted out, and immediately bolted from the spot.I quickly found a quiet corner to call Dita. With shaking hands, I tapped the screen to call her."Hello?" I said the moment she picked up."Hey, Erika. What’s up?" Her tone was so relaxed, as if she didn't have a care in the world. It was infuriating."Where the hell are you?!" I snapped."At the office. Why are you so worked up?"Damn Dita. She was still acting so casual?"Have you ever even met your future in-laws?!" I demanded."Not yet. They live in London, so I haven't had the chance.""And? You’re just going to skip this meeting? Do you even love Jefri at all?!"I heard Dita chuckle. I couldn't believe she was still so laid-back, especially since Jefri had se
The receptionist chuckled, then clarified. "That’s not what I meant, Miss..."I scratched my head, bewildered by what the receptionist could have meant.She leaned her head in slightly before continuing, "Mr. Jefri is a high-end businessman. He often hosts guests from overseas who stay at this hotel."I finally understood, and I looked down with an embarrassed smile. "Ohhhh...""You were jealous, weren't you?" the receptionist teased, tilting her head.I reflexively waved my hands while letting out an awkward laugh. "Ah, not at all."She let out a heavy sigh, her lips pouting slightly. "Hey, it’s only natural. Mr. Jefri is a successful, handsome man. As his future wife, you must be afraid someone else might snatch him away. Right?"'Whose future wife does she think I am? Is she mistaking me for someone else? Don't tell me she thinks I'm Dita,' I thought."Wait, whose future wife?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Does... does Mr. Jefri often bring other women to this hotel?"The reception
Jefri opened his eyes and turned to look at me with a cold stare. "You actually like being touched by me, don't you?"My eyes widened, and I instinctively pulled my hand away from his grip. "Ha! Don't flatter yourself!"I immediately rolled over, turning my back to him.Jefri leaned in closer and whispered, "If you keep groping me like that, I’m going to cross the line."I hid my face under the blanket, curling up in embarrassment. 'Stupid! How did I get caught red-handed?' I thought.We slept until morning without anything else happening. Jefri truly didn't touch me at all. When I opened my eyes, he was already dressed in his suit, sitting on the sofa and talking on the phone."Yes, honey... Mom is suddenly coming to Indonesia today. Can you join me to pick her up?" Jefri asked in a warm tone.The person on the other end had to be Dita. Jefri never spoke warmly to anyone except Dita and his mother."Mom wants to meet her future daughter-in-law. Please, just spare a little bit of time
My heart felt as if it were being violently wrung out, and Dita’s words struck my face like a physical blow. In an instant, she had completely reversed her stance, purely because of her own personal meltdown with Roy. Before this, she was the one stubbornly demanding that I sleep with Mr. J
A profound dread began to seep through the cracks of my burning passion. What if I could never break free from him? What if I met a tragic end like Dita, trapped in a toxic obsession with Roy? I knew exactly who Mr. Jefri was—handsome, powerful, and immensely wealthy. The whispers claimed I wasn'
I kept my head bowed, my lips sealed as if frozen, unable to find the words to respond to him. Tears escaped my eyes despite every desperate effort to hold them back. Fortunately, the area wasn't crowded, so my humiliation felt somewhat contained.I was swallowed by guilt. I realized then that Papa
My body froze as Dita stopped in front of a stunning building with glass doors. A small voice inside me whispered, 'A salon? In all my life, I’ve never set foot in a place like this.'Dita kept beaming, peering inside before turning back to me. "Why are you just standing there like a statue? Get in







