In the campus garden, several students who were dominated by women were talking about Safira. Talked where Safira and Bryan are close, but they also talked about a man driving a Maybach car who had taken Safira to a camping event yesterday. They started making rumors that Safira was a sugar baby. "Does anyone know the man who took Safira to the camp yesterday?" asked Gaby, one of Safira's seniors. "No, but he looks like a rich man," said Raina coolly. "And he's hot!"“Where did Safira get that rich man? A rich man wants her. She looks plain and she doesn't know how to dress up. She's just lucky because she's wrapped in branded goods," Keisha sneered. “Don't get me wrong. Most women who look good and innocent are wild women out there. No one knows what Safira's strengths are until the rich man agrees with her," said Gaby. "What else is there? Surely she would offer her body to that rich man!” joked Jack, making his friends laugh. "Look, she was driven by the man again," said Wilon

Davino pushed Bryan's chest roughly in front of the nearest hospital emergency room, "This is all because of you, what have you done to her? You made her faint!"Bryan couldn't answer his brother because the anger was visible on Davino's face, whatever he said, Davino wouldn't believe it. Good thing Uncle Bob is here. "Davino, can you calm down, your anger is of no use at all, you better be patient and pray and hope that your wife isn't hurt in there, and you Bryan, can you leave us, I think that's better."Bryan looked at Uncle Bob for a moment then nodded in agreement, that's better, he looked away, peeked through the glass of the emergency room door, and left. Bryan was worried about Safira, of course, he became concerned and felt that Safira was a fun friend to chat with, Safira never even got hurt because of his actions, and bothering Safira was fun, he didn't want to miss moments like that. "Damn it!" He kicked a small rock in the parking lot, when he got to the motorbike he

"I feel sorry for you, I was wrong."Safira repeatedly said that even though Davino had forgiven her, the guilt still made her regret it. "Stop blaming yourself, I forgive you and promise you won't repeat that, I'll tell you one more time, don't get drunk with other people, let alone other men.""Yes, yes I understand, I'm sorry, this is all my fault!""Stop blaming yourself, Safira."The car stopped and they headed back to Davino's house. The two have made up, although Safira still feels sorry for being angry with her husband and accusing him of having an affair with Sarah. He took his wife warmly, full of care, he didn't want her to faint and get hurt, the radiance of warmth and love was clear in his eyes, Davino led his wife back to their home but the warmth stopped for a moment to see a woman waiting for them on the terrace. house. He was surprised and didn't expect that in his heart he asked, what was Sarah doing here, but before that, he was more worried about Safira, he turn

POV DavidoOn the one hand, I love my wife but on the other hand, I can't explain, I can't let Sarah go completely, the attachment to life in the past keeps me and Sarah together to this day, even though Sarah is the source of my pain if I were as firm as possible it wouldn't be this complicated. "Davino! I talked to you but you ignored me. You have to listen to my explanation and my wishes so that this project goes well and the client can be satisfied."According to the decision last week I made with the client, they asked Sarah to be the brand ambassador for their new perfume. Sarah is a model and actor who has a lot of influence because people know her as a sweet and gentle figure in public despite her background. behind it all is fictitious, my father built the image of all that Where I grew up in a broken family, my mother is a very successful businessman and she loves Sarah very much. I and Sarah grew up in one environment, Sarah's mother is a good friend of my mother, We were

Safira POV. I looked at Sarah with my chin propped up. For hours I stared at Sarah who was posing in front of the camera made me feel bored. Apart from being bored, I felt jealous because the people at Davino's office praised Sarah. I admit, Sarah is indeed the mainstay model at Davino's company. Everyone praised Sarah's beauty and talent. How can I not be jealous? Everyone praised Sarah until they forgot I was here. "Davino, I just want to go home," I said to my husband. He didn't look much different from me. He looks bored but tries hard to hide it for fear of letting his co-workers down. "Soon the shooting will be finished, Safira," said Davino. "We'll go home together."I heaved a tired sigh. Like it or not, I have to obey Davino's words. This time I no longer looked at Sarah. I'm going crazy if I keep watching that girl. My heart now even feels like it's on fire. What if I still keep an eye on him? I chose to play with my cell phone while waiting for the photo shoot to finis