REVENGE OF THE FORGOTTEN WIFE
"I suggest you realize that Natasya is no longer yours, Sir."
Ferdinan turned and got back into his car, leaving Roby standing frozen, his breath coming in ragged gasps of rage and envy. Roby watched Natasya’s back as she walked into the office without a single glance behind her.
"Damn it! Who the hell is this Ferdinan? Why is he so confident?" Roby muttered, punching his own palm in frustration.
The world Roby once controlled with greed was now crumbling from two directions at once.
Inside the office, Natasya sat in her chair and took a deep breath. Ferdinan's words offered a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of her toxic marriage.