Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unrequited Love: I want a divorce from you!: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

 "You're still the one I run to, the one that I belong to. You're still the one I want for life. You're still the one, the only one I dream of. You're still the one I kiss goodnight"Nayla sang the song soulfully, her voice flowing beautifully through the café. Zavier was hypnotized by Nayla's voice and performance. He felt there was something that touched his heart, something that made him reflect.Cahyo and Mando sitting nearby were also mesmerized by Nayla's voice. They looked at each other, as if agreeing that tonight was something special.Nayla finished her first song to a standing ovation from the audience. She smiled and said thank you.  The atmosphere of the café came alive, and Zavier felt a little weight lift off his shoulders.After the song was over, Nayla stepped off the stage and headed for a table where a fat man looked at her without blinking. As per Eko's orders, she brought a special drink made e

The divorce could no longer be prevented by him and there was no reason to keep the woman by his side while he had Sefia with the child she was due to give birth to in the near future. Outside the car, Eko and a few other servants greeted Nayla who strode up to them with questions. “Who is she, Mira?” “Why did he take you there, did he harass you?” “It's a good thing Mr. Gibril managed to call Mr. Won, the head of the security district in this city,” said another servant. They all walked with Nayla into the café while Eko and Gibril and Mr. Won were talking. Mando and Cahyo got into the car and saw Zavier still sitting still as if glued to the car seat. His eyes stared blankly at Nayla's passing as if he had lost hope. “Sir, where are we going?” asked Chayo hesitantly. 

It was a reality that she could not deny. Michael and his family's mysterious disappearance had been arranged by Zavier. “This can't be,” Nayla muttered, her voice barely audible. The man in front of her looked at her sympathetically, as if he understood the burden she was carrying. While Zavier was very curious about the contents of the letter, he couldn't do anything about it. “Madam, I know this is difficult for you,” the man said softly. “But the sender of this letter just wants to make sure you know the truth. He doesn't want you to live in the shadow of a lie.” The man shifted his glasses as he glanced around the room. “Hum, he told you to destroy the letter after reading and understanding its contents.” Nayla nodded and crumpled the paper in her hands, feeling a deepening anger and hatred towards Zavier. The husband who had a

Mando patted Cahyo on the back of the head, “nonsense!” “Excuse us,” the doctor said and excused himself. *** Two weeks passed with great tension in the hospital. Cahyo never moved far from Zavier's side, making sure his employer got the best treatment. Likewise, Mando promised a perfect security escort for Zavier. Occasionally Sefia, comes to visit him, bringing hope and a basket of fruit, hoping for his recovery. Zavier's stepmother Kayla, on the other hand, was out of the country and unreachable. The woman who had just become a rich widow felt a sense of happiness with a lifestyle like a ruler. She bought all the luxury bags at the top boutiques and sold one of the assets of Abraham's family-owned company because she had access to it. Zavier was too preoccupied with his personal life and love affairs to be observant in responding to the situation. This

“Okay, it's getting late, let's go to bed,” Sefia said as she approached her husband and was about to take Zavier by the hand. Unexpectedly, Zavier dismissed her hand and gave Sefia another cold stare. “I'm not used to sleeping with other people. You can sleep in the next room,” he said curtly. “But, we are husband and wife,” Sefia replied. “...and we always slept together before,” Sefia continued, still trying to lie. Zavier's gaze and the man's silence, however, seemed to reveal everything. She dared not say more in front of Zavier because she knew how dominant he was in all his sentences. “Well, can I have a goodnight kiss?” he asked hopefully before leaving Zavier. Unexpectedly, the cold man instead turned around and headed to his bed, laying down and wrapping himself up.