Chapter 5 Wait for Me Anita

The reflection in the mirror now revealed Morgan's full face. There were no longer any scars that had once changed his life.

He stared at his reflection with eyes filled with revenge and determination.

Finally, all those wounds were just memories. Now, it was time for him to return.

"I'm going back to Indonesia," he murmured softly but sharply, as if each word were a bullet ready to fly.

Anita... that woman. Still an unsolved mystery. Even though they were only a contractual husband and wife, Morgan's feelings for Anita were undeniable.

He left to heal his physical wounds and his pride, but now... he had returned not only for her, but also to reclaim what was rightfully his.

Suddenly, a knock on the door shattered the silence of the luxurious room in the corner of the Swiss hospital.

"Excuse me, sir," said a man in a black suit and a wary gaze.

Morgan turned quickly. "What's wrong?"

"Latest news from Indonesia. Prayoga is getting engaged... to the Hartanto family."

Morgan froze for a moment. "The Hartanto family?" he repeated slowly, as if to confirm what he had just heard.

"That's right, Mr. Prawira," replied the subordinate with a small nod. "The woman Prayoga is going to marry... is Miss Anita."

Bang!

Morgan slammed his fist on the table in front of him, causing the crystal glass on it to vibrate violently and nearly fall.

"It's impossible..." Morgan hissed, his eyes blazing like embers. "Anita can't possibly be marrying Prayoga!"

Morgan paused for a moment. He had indeed considered whether he should return to Indonesia. Moreover, Anwar had already been there to assess the situation.

But why would his wife marry Prayoga?

No. He wouldn't let this happen. He had to go home now.

Before he actually returned to his homeland, Morgan felt something was wrong. His intuition was rarely wrong. Although his face no longer bore the scars of the past, his heart remained full of secrets and unresolved grudges.

He picked up his cell phone and dialed a number long stored in his memory. The line connected quickly.

“Hello, Anwar.”

His voice was cold but calm. On the other end of the line, a familiar, elderly voice greeted him.

“How are you, Young Master? Are you feeling better now?” Anwar asked respectfully.

Morgan took a deep breath and stared out the window at the mist-shrouded Swiss mountains.

“Much better. The wound on my face is healed,” he said evenly. “How are things there? Is everything safe?”

Anwar paused for a moment, then replied, “The situation is quite stable now. But… I think Young Master should know. Prayoga… he’s getting engaged.”

Morgan snorted. “That’s exactly what I wanted to discuss. That bastard… he’s getting married. But who’s his bride? Don’t tell me he dared touch Anita.”

Morgan’s voice began to rise. The anger he had been suppressing began to flare again. If Prayoga were really trying to take Anita, it would be like starting a war.

However, Anwar’s voice quickly answered, firm yet reassuring.

“No, Young Master. He’s not marrying your wife.”

Morgan paused for a moment. His body suddenly relaxed. His heart beat slower.

There was relief, but also a sense of wonder. He slowly lowered the phone from his ear, staring at the screen with a furrowed brow. Then he picked it up again.

“Wait, you don’t mean Anita?” he asked, more cautiously this time.

“It’s true that Prayoga will marry into the Hartanto family. But not to Miss Anita, but to their youngest daughter, Miss Hana.”

“Hana?” Morgan repeated, his brow furrowed.

“Yes, she’s the daughter of Ayu, Mr. Hartanto’s new wife. You could say she’s Anita’s half-sister,” Anwar explained.

Morgan understood now, so it was like that. No wonder Anita was worried about her family’s inheritance; she had a sibling and a stepmother.

“So that’s it,” Morgan muttered. So it wasn’t his wife who was marrying Prayoga. What was he thinking?

"But there's something I'm curious about," Morgan said.

"What, sir?"

"Anita's reason for calling off the engagement. Didn't I tell you to do that two years ago?"

"About that, I apologize, sir. I haven't found the truth yet."

Morgan clenched his fists. It seemed like there was something being hidden here; he had to get to the bottom of it.

"Okay, find out for yourself, Anwar. Go to the Hartanto family home and meet Anita. Investigate their family, including her half-siblings and stepmother," Morgan ordered.

"How are you going to do that, sir? This is very dangerous," Anwar said.

"Have you forgotten? You're now my father, and you're automatically Anita's father-in-law. You can come and go from her house," Morgan said, annoyed that Anwar still didn't understand.

"Ah, right." Anwar laughed awkwardly after hearing Morgan's explanation. "Okay, sir. Then I'll go to their house and investigate. I'll definitely find something there."

"Including Prayoga's future wife. You go find her."

"Okay, sir."

Morgan immediately hung up.

"Wait a moment, Anita. I'll be sure to see you," Morgan murmured with a knowing smile.

TO BE CONTINUED