Todos los capítulos de Unrequited Love: I want a divorce from you!: Capítulo 461 - Capítulo 470

Right now, his stomach was hungry and he wanted to find something to fill his stomach. Meanwhile, little Joen returned to the car after staring into the distance, then muttered under his breath, “I saw Mom there, but she didn't recognize me. Strange.” Zavier, who was sitting in the driving seat, turned his head with furrowed brows. “Your mother?” The thought immediately puzzled him. Since when was Nayla here? Joen nodded his head, “Yeah, Mom doesn't seem to know me at all, just like everyone else. It's really strange.” Zavier was silent for a moment, trying to digest little Joen's words. “Your mother?” he thought with a raised eyebrow. No way. Wasn't Nayla at home?  However, curiosity and a strange premonition began to creep into his mind. “Did you really see your mom?” asked Zavier as he turned around, looking at J

Joen decided not to keep this confusion to himself. She knew that there had to be a reasonable explanation behind all of this, and Sara might hold the key. Questions began to swirl in her head-did Sara know more about Nayla? Was the woman actually related to her mother who was in her house right now? “Or is she my mom?” Joen began to doubt the existence of the woman who was in his house right now because his inner bond was more directed towards the woman he met earlier. A moment later, Joen found time to approach his father in his study. Knock! Knock! Knock! Joen knocked softly on the door. “Yes? Come in!” Joen opened the door and entered and hugged his father. “Dad busy?” Zavier shook his head despite his exhaustion. “Joen has something to tell me,” Joen said after maki

Nayla chuckled. “Oh, I've been painting for a long time, but not too often. Nowadays, she just does it to pass the time.” Joen looked at the canvas filled with irregular scribbles, nothing interesting at all because he could also draw the same thing when required by the teacher at school. Joen could guess that the woman was just spending her free time with no clear purpose, because what he saw was not really the figure of a painting artist. Joen tried to read Nayla's face, hoping for some sign of recognition or memory, but Nayla seemed completely unfamiliar with her. Joen felt a little disappointed, but she quickly steeled herself. “By the way, Tante, Sara and I want to bake a cake. Do you want to come?” Nayla smiled, this time with deeper warmth. “Baking a cake, huh? That's a good idea. I haven't made a cake in a long time.&rdqu

As Nayla stepped out into the courtyard, Joen followed behind her nervously. Her father had just gotten out of the car, and upon seeing Nayla, his face immediately showed deep confusion. Time seemed to stop when their eyes met. “Nayla?” called Zavier in a trembling voice, full of shock and hope mixed together. Nayla looked up at the stranger with confusion in her eyes. “I'm sorry, have we met before?” she asked hesitantly. Joen felt his heart sink a little when he heard Nayla's answer. Still, he hoped something was up. “This is my father, Aunt Nadia. Do you really not know him?” she urged, her voice almost pleading. Nayla looked at Joen and then back at the man in front of her. There was something in the look in her eyes that had changed, as if she was trying to remember something important, but was blocked by a thick fog in her mind. Zavier to

Having run out of steam to vent his anger, Bram shuffled towards his room. The door slammed loudly behind him, signaling that he didn't want to be disturbed.Sara stood at the door, while several servants began to organize to clean up the broken glass scattered in the living room.Moments later, there was the sound of a bottle being opened and the smell of alcohol spreading from behind the door. Bram took a rough swig of liquor, trying to shake off the deep frustration and emptiness.He felt like he had done everything-transforming Sefia into Nayla's likeness, and thinking he could slowly possess Nayla-but in reality, the real Nayla still eluded him.In that dark room, Bram felt completely defeated. No matter how much he tried to control the situation, reality always made him feel like he was chasing a shadow that he could never reach.The man occasionally shouted, startling Sara. However, the woman remained faithful and behind the door of the room