Semua Bab She, His Enigma: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Ellaya had been bustling in the kitchen since dawn, meticulously preparing his favorite dishes. She even baked a cake, despite knowing he didn’t have a sweet tooth. She had a gift wrapped and ready, and adorned their cozy home with candles and flowers. After a final inspection of her preparations for their first wedding anniversary, she took a quick shower, applied lotion, and did light makeup that complemented her white knee-length summer dress. She let her hair cascade freely over her shoulders, feeling a flutter of excitement in her chest. In the past year, her life had transformed, bringing her immense joy. She felt cherished and cared for, even though she was no longer a famous rockstar and people no longer sought her autograph. Her mother still disapproved of her, and her husband wasn’t a wealthy businessman like her father. But she knew he was a good man with a kind heart who loved her deeply. Everything felt like a dream, and she never wanted to wake up. She longed to spen

Ellaya’s search through the empty streets yielded no signs of life. Desperation gnawed at her, urging her to try his office. What if he was still there? Her legs moved almost of their own accord, each step a battle against the storm of doubts and fears raging within her. The relentless rain soaked her to the bone, but she pressed on, driven by a flicker of hope. Hours later, she arrived at her destination, only to have her hopes dashed once more. The building stood shrouded in darkness, devoid of any sign of life. She stood there, drenched and defeated, her eyes red-rimmed. Her white dress once pristine, clung to her body like a shroud, a stark contrast against the darkness of the night. The wind howled mournfully, tugging at her drenched hair and chilling to her core. Tears mingled with the rain as she looked up at the lonely building, the droplets casting elongated shadows that danced around her like ghosts of forgotten promises a silent sentinel in the cold, dark night. Her leg

As the weight of his thoughts bore down on him, the plush sofa sank under his burdened frame. The pulsating beats of the club reverberated through the air, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within him. Kaito’s voice cut through the haze of music, delivering news that should have ignited a spark of triumph. “We got the deal,” Kaito announced triumphantly, thrusting the signed document into Iden’s hands. The paper, a symbol of their hard-fought victory, felt heavy in Iden’s grasp. Yet, he merely glanced at it with a detached expression, the mask of indifference firmly in place as he took another sip of his drink. The amber liquid burned down his throat, but it did little to thaw the ice encasing his heart. Kaito, ever the observant friend, noticed the lack of enthusiasm. “Thinking about your high-and-mighty wife again?” he needled slyly, his eyes darting around the room, searching for a distraction from the palpable tension.The club’s patrons were a blur of movement, laughter,

Two months had passed, and Iden was still away. Each morning, the alarm’s harsh beep signaled another day of solitude for Ellaya. She moved through her routine mechanically—fixing breakfast, tidying up, and doing laundry—accompanied only by the hum of the washing machine and the clatter of dishes. The once vibrant house now echoed with silence, a stark contrast to the lively conversations and laughter it once held. Opening the store, Ellaya sighed heavily, realizing it was time to restock. With Iden’s absence came the absence of funds, forcing her to dip into her savings. An anxious frown creased her brow as she retrieved a packet of rice. It had been two days since she last cooked, but feeling her strength wane, she opted for a simple meal. Living a middle-class life for a year had been manageable, but now, the harsh reality hit her. Financial constraints forced her to be mindful of every expense. She meticulously planned the household budget, ensuring every penny was accounted f

As the day melted away into dusk, her heart smoldered with a fiery mix of anger and betrayal. Each second dragged on, a taunting reminder of the man who had abandoned her to face life’s storms alone. Despite her frustration, a flicker of unwavering trust lingered deep within her—a trust reserved for the man she cherished above all. She imagined him basking in sun-kissed escapades on distant shores, surrounded by strangers, as if she were a forgotten memory. The urge to unleash a tempest of accusations and sorrowful cries clawed at her insides, yet an invisible thread tethered her to the belief in his love. No video or photo could sway her steadfast heart from its loyalty. As twilight settled over her world, she stood on the edge of an emotional storm, torn between the agony of doubt and the enduring flame of love for a man whose shadow now loomed large over her fractured heart. Refusing to dwell on the same thoughts and act like a damsel in distress, she decided to do somethin