Chapter 4. Incompetent in everything

"Damn!" Zavier shouted angrily. The cellphone was thrown onto the bed.

"That damn woman didn't even turn on her phone!" With annoyance, Zavier flung himself onto the cold bed.

His feelings were troubled, and both of his eyes were filled with red sclera, indicating that the man was very upset and didn't know what to do.

A moment later, he grabbed the car keys and stepped out of the house with the intention of looking for Nayla.

Meanwhile, Nayla had arrived in front of her small house. The house bought by Xander, her kind-hearted father-in-law.

The small house only has two small rooms, each with a single bed, and one of the rooms is occupied by the younger sibling who takes care of herself.

"Sister?" Nadira greeted her sister, who looked a bit pale and tired.

Nayla just smiled and hugged her younger sibling. Tears flowed again, wetting her cheeks.

"W-what happened?" Why didn't you call?

Nadira was very upset with Nayla's condition, which seemed to be in turmoil. Immediately, she led her older sister into the house and served her a warm drink.

A glass of warm water was able to calm Nayla's feelings at that moment. After taking a few deep breaths, Nayla finally began to tell her story. Meanwhile, Nadira looked at her older sister with a gaze full of questions.

"Zavier is cheating, and it's all clear. There is no reason for me to stay there ... " Nayla stopped her sentence and continued it in her heart, "... and become his servant and a place for him to... "

Nayla cupped her hands over her face, how frustrated she felt at that moment.

"Nay, have you investigated it properly?" Of course, Nadira hoped her sister wouldn't be reckless.

With a heavy sigh, Nayla pulled out two receipts she had managed to obtain and handed them to Nadira.

"The first receipt was for the purchase of valuable items worth hundreds of millions. I hoped he bought something for me, but since the date on the receipt, half a year has passed and I haven't received anything." Nayla's voice sounded hoarse and strained.

"The second receipt is the hotel check-in receipt, under the name of Sefia."

Nadira stared at the receipt she was holding, her pale face becoming even paler because she herself was not in good health.

"And Sefia is...?"

Nayla looked at Nadira and nodded. "Two years ago, when Zavier woke up, that woman ... somehow, she was there, so Zavier thought she was the one who took care of him during the coma."

"Meanwhile, I ... "

Nayla wiped away the tears that were falling, wetting her pale cheeks.

"Sister ... Forgive me, Nayla, because of me ... You have to go through a tough marriage like this," said Nadira with teary eyes, then hugged her sister.

"No, dear. It's not your fault. Zavier is the one at fault."

"He never appreciated me while I ... I loved him so much," Nayla replied with tears in her eyes.

Her step is firm, divorce is the answer to what she must do. She couldn't accept it when her husband had already gone too far.

The image of another woman cuddling in bed with her husband deeply hurt her heart. Not to mention the image of how the woman was pampered by Zavier with gentle touches, while Zavier never treated her with love, but rather with coercion and pain that she always received from Zavier's demands, almost every moment.

Her body and soul are very tired as a woman. She can't live a life like this anymore. She felt she had to rise up and fight, and prove that Zavier's words were wrong!

She will not beg the Abraham family anymore!

The night grew colder and the two siblings cried sobbingly, spending the night together until morning, sharing stories.

Nayla spread a blanket on the floor to sleep in the same room with her younger sibling.

Meanwhile, in the bustling city of Jakarta, a black Bentley is still circling Jakarta aimlessly.

Zavier has searched for all of Nayla's friends who are still in contact with his wife. However, none of them know anything about Nayla's plans at all, let alone her whereabouts.

With a weary expression, Zavier returned to the empty house with a vacant stare. No one opened the door or even greeted.

Drrt Drrttt.

Zavier's cellphone kept ringing, but the man just stared at the screen with a cold gaze. The name Sefia Putri appeared on the screen, blinking repeatedly, but the man had no intention of speaking to anyone at the moment.

Zavier stepped into the bathroom to let the warm water soak him, but whatever misfortune he was experiencing, only cold water came out.

"Nayla! The hot water isn't coming out! It's freezing!" Zavier shouted without realizing it.

Zavier stood frozen in the bathroom after realizing Nayla's absence. "Damn! It's so cold!" Zavier hugged himself, shivering.

The man decided not to take a shower even though his body had gotten wet. He quickly left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Where is the shirt..."

Silence!!!

Zavier looked around the empty room. Usually, the pajamas are already on the bed every time he finishes showering. This reignited his emotions.

"She's so pretentious! Just wait until I find her later!" Zavier fumed, then quickly ran towards the closet and grabbed his pajamas.

"Damn!!! Where are my underwear!"