All Chapters of Unrequited Love: I want a divorce from you!: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

“Zavier,” Nayla began, her voice trembling with hope and love, ”I have good news. Nadira-she is pregnant. You won't believe it, but this pregnancy has given her incredible strength. She's now fighting for survival in the ICU, and this news has everyone feeling very moved.”Nayla looked at Zavier's calm face, as if wishing he could feel the presence of her words. “I know this may sound unreal, but Nadira is very strong. She gives us all new hope. Even though her condition is still critical, she's showing incredible strength. And I believe, Zavier, if you hear this, you too can do the same.”Gently, Nayla grasped Zavier's hand tighter, her eyes beginning to well up with tears. “I miss you, Zavier. I really wish you had the same strength as Nadira. We all need you so much. Joen and I feel lost without you by our side.”Nayla wiped away the tears running down her cheeks, feeling as if the heavy emotio

Nayla finally felt a little calmer in Michael's arms, and she began to whisper thanks to Michael for his support. “Thank you, Michael. I feel a little better now. I just feel so lost.”Michael nodded, stroking Nayla's shoulder. “I'm here for you. Feel free to hold on to me. We'll face this together.”Sefia watched them part and, after a while, decided to wait for them to leave.Gently, she moved away from the scene so that Nayla who was walking towards her would not be aware of her presence.After Michael and Nayla left the area, Sefia slowly entered the infirmary where Zavier was still lying comatose. Her steps were gentle, and her heart was filled with a mixture of emotion and curiosity. She gazed at the stiff Zavier with great concern, feeling how important this moment was.“It turns out you're in a coma again,” Sefia whispered with a triumphant smile.The room was si

Sefia came closer and took Zavier's hand and pressed it to the center of his chest, “just like the space in my heart, there is only you.”Zavier smiled slightly and withdrew his hand.Moments later, Zavier tried to speak again, his voice still weak but full of determination. “I want to talk to Nayla... I want to know, why and... reveal her reasons for accepting me but loving Michael.”“For Joen! Can't you guess that woman's cunning?”“Jo-joen? How is the boy?”Sefia shrugged her shoulders, “he seems to have remained a less- hum, I mean limited, ahh... you get my drift!”Zavier was pensive, thinking of the Joen he had not known for long, but he doted on the little girl.“She's my daughter and I'm her biological father,” Zavier said and turned to Sefia.“I want to see him, where is he now?”Sefia nodded, jealously. “Of course. I'll te

“Y-you!” Nayla pointed her index finger at Sefia with reddened eyes.“What am I? Come on, say it and defend your disgusting self in Zavier's eyes!”Just as Nayla was about to say more, two nurses suddenly approached them.“Sorry, this is a hospital. Please get out of here and maybe we can talk about something else outside the hospital. A patient by the name of Mr. Zavier has called us to make sure you are not outside his room again as he can hear everything you say.”Michael nodded and pulled Nayla's hand again, “Let's go to Nadira's room!”Nayla wanted to speak up, but the words were swallowed in her throat as the nurse gave them a sharp look to keep them quiet.A moment later, Zavier, who was still inside his room, could feel the change in atmosphere outside. His curiosity was getting the better of him. Had they dispersed already? What was really going on?

Michael felt cornered. He let out a long sigh of disappointment. He had always been by their side, but it was Zavier's presence that the little girl he loved so much had been waiting for.Nayla stood by the bed, her eyes trying to hold back the tears. She looked at Joen with a broken heart, but the words never left her lips.A sense of helplessness filled her. She knew that explaining the situation to her little boy was extremely difficult, and right now, she felt that no words were enough to comfort or give the right answers.“Where's Papa Puzzle?”Seeing how tired and devastated Nayla was, Michael, who had come with Nayla, felt a deep sadness. He approached Nayla and placed a hand on her shoulder gently. “Nayla, you look very tired,” he said in a soft voice. “Why don't I take you home to rest?”Nayla turned to Michael, exhaustion and despair evident on her face. After a few seconds