Chapter 3

Finally, I've arrived in front of the house. It's not too late yet, it's only half past seven.

"Mr. Sigit, could you please park this car inside again?" I said as I handed over the key.

"Sure, Miss," said the security guard.

Then I entered, and the door was opened by Bi Sanah, the household assistant who had been here since my late mother was alive, about fifteen years ago.

"Miss Dita, do you want to have dinner now?" she asked.

"I'm not in the mood to eat. I just want to go to sleep," I said as I climbed the stairs.

I immediately collapsed onto my plush spring bed. I tried closing my eyes, but it turns out I couldn't. The images of Chandra and Raisa being happy over there couldn't escape my mind.

So, this is how it feels to be hurt and betrayed? At the age of twenty-five, I'm experiencing it for the first time.

I am Dita Prameswari, the sole heir of a wealthy entrepreneur. Since I was ten years old, my mother passed away in an accident. So, only my father has always been there for me, busy as he is, he never forgets to give me attention. I've been surrounded by wealth since I was young.

My father always did whatever I wanted, but he also always provided me with examples to avoid becoming arrogant. Thankfully, even though I was spoiled, I always tried to respect others.

My father arranged my marriage to Chandra when I had just graduated from college in America. Despite living abroad for a long time, I never forgot the traditions of our culture. And even in marriage, I've maintained my dignity.

When my father arranged my marriage to Chandra, I already had a boyfriend. A young man from Korea, who happened to be my senior in college. We had been dating for over a year, but everything had to end due to the arranged marriage, especially since we came from different religious backgrounds.

According to my father, Chandra was the best potential husband who could bring happiness to me in this world and the hereafter. But if things had to turn out like this now, I can't blame my father. This is all my destiny.

I used to truly believe that Chandra was a good man because of his polite and well-mannered demeanor, and he never seemed interested in my wealth.

Before we got married, Chandra was just an ordinary employee in my father's company. He was an exemplary worker, known for his honesty, hard work, and devotion to prayers. He came from a poor family; his father was just a farmer.

For a long time, my father talked about him to me, but after the incident of the debt of gratitude, my father became more determined to make him his son-in-law. Since my father kept insisting, I eventually broke up with my boyfriend and accepted the arranged marriage, even though I didn't have any feelings of love for him at that time.

The wedding was held lavishly, and after we became a married couple, my father promoted him to CEO of our company, replacing me as I wanted to focus on being a housewife. And of course, my father gave him a Pajero car as a gift.

Two years ago, when my father started getting sick, we moved to the town of Jombang. He wanted to spend the last days of his life in his hometown. So, Chandra had to travel between Jombang and Kediri daily for work. His attitude remained unchanged, always showing his good side, leaving no room for us to doubt his sincerity.

Until a year ago, my father took his last breath and requested to be buried here, next to my mother's grave and his parents. Naturally, I became the sole heir to all this wealth after my father's passing. But I wasn't ready to step into the business world yet, so I entrusted the management of the company to Chandra.

Three years into the marriage, Allah hadn't blessed us with a child yet. Maybe we weren't ready to be parents. However, it didn't seem to bother my husband.

In this large house, I was assisted by two housemaids, a personal driver, a gardener, and two security guards on rotating shifts. Feeling restless, I decided to start an online business selling various cakes and decorative puddings. The results were satisfying, even though it was just a small endeavor. However, Chandra never knew about my online business.

Eventually, my business revealed Chandra's true nature behind my back. On my blue account used for promotion, I never posted pictures of myself or my family, so it's understandable that Raisa wouldn't know that Chandra is my husband.

Then I fell asleep and woke up again when Chandra woke me up.

"Dita, wake up. This is the order you asked for earlier," he said while handing me the order.

Still half-awake, I was surprised.

"What time is it?" I asked while rubbing my not-so-itchy eyes.

"It's already midnight. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Here's the receipt for the souvenirs you asked for. What wouldn't I do for my wife?" he said while touching my chin.

I quickly checked the order and the receipt; it was indeed a genuine receipt from a shop in Malang. How could he get this? Did he really go to Malang to buy this order?