Lahat ng Kabanata ng Unrequited Love: I want a divorce from you!: Kabanata 251 - Kabanata 260

Kayla's words were actually more about protecting herself and her own future. There was no benefit for her if Zavier got back together with Nayla. He might just get kicked out of the mansion. Sefia finally nodded in agreement, although her heart still felt uncomfortable. “Alright, Kayla. What's our plan?” “I can't possibly get pregnant once again from Bayu because Zavier never touched me at all. He was even suspicious of all the drinks I served so he never tasted them again. He doesn't want to get drunk and feel guilty again.” Sefia spoke listlessly and desperately. Kayla grinned. “We need to find out more about Nayla. We need information that we can use to damage her reputation. I have some contacts in the online media world who might be able to help us.” Sefia perked up again at Kayla's words. “Yes?” Kayla nod

Zavier looked at his stepmother with deep disappointment. “I've always been responsible for Sefia, and it's none of your business because you're not my biological mother! But I can't let this injustice happen. I will take care of everything, and I hope you can understand.” With that, Zavier left the house, leaving Sefia and Kayla in confusion. Sefia felt her heart breaking, while Kayla could only stare at her stepson's departure with mixed feelings. Her devious plan had been uncovered, and now she had to face the consequences of her actions. Kayla had never felt so vulnerable. Anger and humiliation overcame her after the confrontation with Zavier. She couldn't let her stepson defend Nayla, she hated Nayla from the start. For her, this was a matter of pride and family. She had to take further action. Sefia sat in her room, brooding over what had just happened. She felt guilty for her role in spreading the rumo

On the other hand, Kayla was satisfied to see the results of her plan. She was sure that this time, Nayla would not be able to rise again. However, she did not realize that Zavier was planning something to stop her stepmother once and for all. Zavier contacted some of his friends in the legal world and the media to gather evidence that could be used against Kayla. He knows that this move is very risky, but he can't let the scheming woman continue to ruin Nayla's life. Zavier invited Kayla and Sefia to talk at their home. When they had all gathered, Zavier began to speak in a serious voice. “Kayla, Sefia, I know that you two are behind all the fake news about Nayla,” Zavier said firmly. Kayla tried to deny it with a chuckle. “Zavier, you're wrong. We didn't do anything this time. Can't Mando investigate for you?” Zavier shook his head. “Don't lie anym

Nayla was surprised, but tried to normalize her feelings, “No. He doesn't look like you at all. He doesn't look like you at all.” “Then why don't you and Michael live together?” “It's a private matter. You have no right to interfere too much.” Nayla was about to stand up after her harsh words, but Zavier quickly held her back. “I thought we were here to talk about the tender?” Nayla stared at Zavier with clear, perfectly rounded eyes. “Let go of your hand, Zavier. Mind your manners!” she exclaimed, starting to feel agitated. “Or are you going to slap me again? It still hurts.” Zavier smiled slightly and immediately pulled Nayla into a hug, “I just missed you. Let me hold you for a while.” Nayla froze, she felt confused because she could not lie to herself

Zavier put his hand back and stared at the departure of the two people with a smile full of mystery. “She's mine,” Zavier muttered with a cold stare. *** The evening's event took place grandly, in a luxurious ballroom filled with crystal chandeliers and elegant decorations. Guests danced on the spacious dance floor, while waiters passed by with trays of lavishly served drinks and snacks. Soft jazz music played, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. Nayla and Michael arrived together, looking perfectly matched in their party outfits. Nayla looks elegant in a light blue sheer dress that shows off her curves. Michael's hands were constantly on Nayla's back, which was exposed up to her waist. Zavier sipped his drink rudely at the sight and felt jealous. Michael was never far from Nayla's side, watching her every move. Whenever Zavier approached, Michae