"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!"
***Happy ending***Zavier smiled coldly, his gaze calculating. “They conspired,” he replied in a low but firm tone. “They stole Nayla's identity and made my wife suffer through memory loss. They played with her life, erasing the precious memories we once had. If they think they can get away with it, they're sadly mistaken.”His assistant remained calm on the other end of the line, waiting for further instructions. “What is your plan, sir?”Zavier stared far ahead, his eyes filled with determination. “Reclaim her face,” he said meaningfully, ”and let the fake forget her memory. Make her feel what Nayla experienced. If they dare to take my wife's life, then I will take back what they stole. The face they created, the memories they formed... let it all crumble and perish.”His assistant nodded on the other end of the line, understanding what Zavier meant. “Yes, sir. I will arrange everything.
Sefia gasped and turned her head quickly, her eyes showing obvious shock. “Oh, Zavier... I just... had some sudden business,” she stammered. “You don't need to worry. It's just a short meeting.”However, Zavier did not simply believe her. There was something in the woman's demeanor that made him suspicious, and his desire to find out more surfaced strongly.Without saying anything else, he let Sefia go first, but not long after, Zavier got into his car and started following behind.Zavier kept his distance, making sure that Sefia did not notice his presence. He drove slowly, following Sefia's car carefully. Every turn the woman took further emphasized Zavier's suspicions. “What is she really hiding?” he muttered to himself.“She doesn't look like the Nayla that belongs to me, her eyes, her voice are different, and her height. Why did I never realize that?&rdq
“Sara, a-I'll give you an extra fee... for... for what happened last night.”Hearing that, Sara's eyes rounded and a pile of tears began to gather rapidly.Those words pierced Sara's heart. It was as if everything that happened between them was just a transaction, not something that had meaning.Her face that had been full of love turned into unbearable anger. “Pay?” she snarled in a sharp voice, her eyes looking at Bram with disappointment.“So, you think I'm just a servant who can be bought? What happened last night is just something you can pay me to erase?”Bram was silent, not expecting Sara's reaction to be that harsh. He opened his mouth, trying to find words to defuse the situation, but Sara continued before he could speak.“I'm not something you can bargain with, honorable Mr. Bram! Whatever happened last nig
His ears seemed to be deaf to the words Sara threw out. To him, in that drunken state, Sara was Nayla coming back to him, and this was a chance to embrace the woman he had been longing for.“Don't leave again, Nayla... please...” she whispered desperately, holding Sara's body on the bed. Tearing off the clothes she was wearing and starting to nuzzle Sara's slender neck.Sara tried to push Bram away, trying to snap him out of his drunken stupor. “Mr. Bram, this is not Nayla! You're drunk! Let go of me!” she said in a loud and trembling voice. However, her efforts were not strong enough to sober Bram up.Feelings of fear and confusion mixed in Sara's mind. She knew that this man was obsessed with Nayla, but she never expected to be in this situation.In a last ditch effort, she gathered all the strength she had and managed to break free from Bram's grip, roll off the bed, and escape out of the room as quickly as possible, leaving Bra
Nadia's face-or Nayla, as it often crossed his mind-was so similar to the one he remembered as the wife he loved. Not just in terms of physical appearance, but also in the way she spoke, her gentle smile, and the way she looked at Zavier as if recognizing the deepest part of his soul. Every glance, every body movement, felt like an inexplicable déjà vu.Her lips and her kiss.However, the woman now in his home-who he had always believed to be Nayla-felt different.It was as if something was missing, something unseen but felt. Her gaze was empty and distant, her touch no longer providing the warmth they once shared.“Have I been blinded by my desperation to get my wife back? Is that woman really Nayla?” Zavier thought.Zavier clasped his head with both hands, trying to calm the turmoil of his feelings. If this Nadia was the real Nayla, then who was the wo
Zavier immediately turned to Nayla, who was now sitting upright on the sofa with her hair tousled and her eyes half open. He knew that the situation could get ugly if he didn't get things under control soon.“Nayla, calm down,” he said in a soothing tone on his cell phone. “I'm helping someone who needs help. There's nothing for you to worry about.”However, those words were not enough to calm Sefia down. “Helping someone? In the middle of the night like this? And that woman's voice, why is she with you?” Sefia was getting more and more agitated, her voice portraying a burning anger and jealousy.Zavier let out a long breath, realizing that a simple explanation would not be enough to ease the anger of the woman who claimed to be his wife.“Nadia is facing a complicated situation, and I can't just leave her. Believe me, I didn't do anything wrong,” she r