บททั้งหมดของ Revenge of the Discarded Wife: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

“Uncle Bhuvi didn't come here?" Glara was shocked to hear Gama's question. She couldn't believe that her son was actually looking for someone else. "Uncle Bhuvi is... ." "Uncle Bhuvi is here‼" Bhuvi exclaimed from the door of the room. Gama smiled happily upon seeing Bhuvi's arrival, contrasting with Glara and Louis, who were surprised by Gama's behavior. "Wow, the little hero is allowed to go home now?" Gama nodded, for some reason feeling comfortable around Bhuvi, even though he had just met the much older man. "Look what Uncle brought," Bhuvi said, raising his hand, which held a large paper bag. "What's in there, Uncle?" Gama replied, looking at Bhuvi with curiosity. "Try opening it yourself." Bhuvi then handed the paper bag to Gama, who was still sitting on his bed. With enthusiasm, Gama started to open the paper bag given by Bhuvi, but suddenly his small hands stopped, and he looked towards Glara and Louis. Gama seemed to be seeking permission from the other two in the room.

“What are you doing here, Damian?” the woman replied, looking at Damian questioningly. Damian smiled faintly and then pulled the woman in the red dress into a quieter hallway. He confined the woman's body with one hand. "Issabella, my ex, you are so beautiful tonight!” Issabella blushed, smiled, and stroked Damian's chest. "You followed me here?" Issabella was Damian's ex-girlfriend before he met Glara. They were forced to end their relationship because Isabella had to follow her parents to move across the country. Damian was stunned by Issabella's body shape, which was much more attractive than Martha's. Because he consumed too much alcohol, Damian started to lose his mind. He scraped the distance between his lips and Issa, and soon Issa felt a chewy object pressing against his lips. Because the atmosphere was getting hotter, Damian picked up Issa and took her to one of the rooms a

Bhuvi quickly carried Glara and took her to her private car. Bhuvi appeared to be careful in carrying Glara, while Glara winced, holding back pain in her ankle. "Where's the nearest clinic?" Bhuvi asked the head of the region. "Let me take you there, Sir." The man quickly mounted his motorcycle and led the way. Bhuvi tried to focus on driving, although she was worried about Glara's condition. "Sorry for troubling you, Bhuvi." Bhuvi shook her head. "Sorry for not taking care of you." "It's not your fault; I was just not careful earlier." Bhuvi remained silent. She then parked her car in the simple hospital parking lot. Bhuvi carried Glara again and took her to the emergency room. Their arrival was met by a nurse and a duty doctor, who quickly examined Glara's condition and asked Bhuvi to wait outside. Bhuvi complied with the nurse's instructions, standing in f

"What do they do to your life?" Bhuvi asked Glara, who remained silent. "Do they take care of Gama? No, right? We have the right to choose whether to listen or not. Just live your life well and do your best from your best version." Glara nodded and managed a faint smile, trying to absorb Bhuvi's words. "The failure in marriage is not entirely your fault. You've done your best. Ask yourself if you want to endure a marriage like this or end it to start anew," Bhuvi asked Glara, who was still silent. "Accept it; you can surely get through this." Bhuvi's words seemed like a mantra, hypnotizing Glara to regain her enthusiasm and try to accept the fate of her life. Unconsciously, Bhuvi's car had already arrived at the hospital where Gama was treated before. After parking the car, Bhuvi quickly got out and helped Glara carry Gama. They looked like a harmonious husband and wife, with Bhuvi carrying the sleeping Gama and Glara wa

Bhuvi nodded and gave a slight smile. "I'm sorry, once again I have to trouble you." "It's okay, I should be the one apologizing for boldly entering your room." Glara shook her head and smiled uncomfortably. After that brief conversation, Bhuvi returned to his room to finish his work. Glara, despite feeling uneasy about always inconveniencing Bhuvi, resumed her cooking activities. Time passed, and the food Glara cooked was neatly arranged on the dining table. Glara hurried into her room to wake up her son, who had been sleeping for quite a while. Luckily, Gama was not the type of child who had trouble waking up or whining when getting up. After Gama woke up, Glara immediately helped him clean up and prepared his bedtime clothes. After Gama finished cleaning up and changed his clothes, Glara brought him out of the room. As they left the room, Glara met Bhuvi, who had just come out of his room with a l