บททั้งหมดของ Unrequited Love: I want a divorce from you!: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

He sat upright in the middle of that dark room, trying to calm himself from the panic that had struck. His mind was in turmoil with unanswered questions and fear of an uncertain future. When Nayla's daydream was interrupted by the cold wind that tickled her hair, she felt a wave of loneliness wash over her heart. "How could this happen to me?" she murmured to herself, her voice almost lost in the haunting silence.Some time later, after the situation began to calm down, Nayla found the courage to observe her surroundings. The room did indeed look like a place that was rarely used. The humidity made his breath feel tight, and the terrifying shadows of the previous events kept swirling in his mind.But amidst the despair, there is also strength growing within her. Nayla would not give up so easily. She knew she had to find a way to prove her innocence, even though the situation felt very difficult. She has to endure for her sister, Nadira. Even though there is no longer lov

Chapter 164. Michael, you are great!Zavier was a little confused to hear that Nayla was pregnant. “I wonder what happened to her,” Zavier said in a hoarse voice. “Is she in danger?” The doctor nodded in understanding. “We'll let you know as soon as we have more information. Right now, it's best that you rest for a while. You seem to need medical attention as well.” Zavier shook his head, but then nodded in understanding. He knew he had to stay calm and strong for Nayla. “Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help her.” The doctor smiled gently. “Sure, we'll let you know as soon as possible. Please wait here.” Zavier sat in the hospital waiting room with a muddled mind. He tried to contemplate what had happened and what to do next. How could he justify his actions towards Nayla? How could he ensure h

Sefia shook her head. “No, Nayla. We're not going to do that. We just want to know how you're going to deal with it.” Nayla laughed bitterly. “How will I deal with it? That's none of your business. It's my life and my decision.” Kayla tried to grab Nayla's hand, but Nayla pulled it away quickly. “Don't touch me,” she said sharply. “We just want to help, Nayla,” Kayla said again, this time in a pleading tone. Sefia approached and continued her attack, “I'm pregnant too, but his father is a man I love very much, Zavier loves me and my baby very much. Uh, do you love Michael too?” Nayla narrowed her eyes, looking sarcastically at the two sly women who never had good intentions. “If you really want to help, leave me alone. I don't need your fake sympathy,” Nayla said in a voice that began to

The next morning, Nayla woke up with renewed determination. She left the inn carefully, making sure no one was following her. She made her way to the local market that was beginning to bustle with morning activity. There, she bought some new clothes by selling her cell phone. Then she tried to look for information and opportunities that could help her in this escape. She knew that markets like this were often a meeting place for all sorts of people, including those who could provide items that couldn't be found elsewhere. After wandering around for a while, Nayla approached a friendly-looking merchant. “Excuse me, do you know where I can get a temporary job or perhaps someone who can help me get a new identity?” she asked cautiously. The merchant looked at Nayla for a moment before smiling slightly. “You seem to be in serious need of help. There is someone who might be able to help you, his name is Pak

"Huek ... huek!" Suddenly there was a sound like someone vomiting in the bathroom. Nayla held the washcloth with her right hand and craned her head to see who had entered the bathroom in a hurry. However, she only saw the back and the beautiful long hair flowing out before the bathroom door closed. It was late and all the servants and chefs had gone home. Tonight was his job to clean the kitchen. “Who is it?” he asked suspiciously. Not long after, a beautiful woman came out of the bathroom and shot Nayla a glare. “What are you looking at?” “Who are you?” asked Nayla in confusion. The woman sighed softly, arranging her slightly messy hair. “I'm Dinda,” she replied simply. “You're new here, huh? Haven't seen you before.” Nayla nodded, still trying to understand the situation. &ldqu