The phone buzzed, and Raisa felt a familiar pang of anticipation. She expected it to be her husband, Jordan, calling. But as she checked her phone, her breath hitched. A notification flashed, displaying a new balance in her bank account. "This must be Hans' doing..." she muttered, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her account now held a staggering one hundred million dollars The message following the notification sent a shiver down her spine. "This is just the beginning. There's more commission if the video is published. Reply to this message if you want to do it again." "The crazy man" Raisa almost threw her phone across the room, but she stopped herself. "Maybe this is about the collaboration he mentioned yesterday." The mystery lingered, but Raisa pushed it aside for a moment. She realized there were multiple missed calls from Jordan. "He must have been looking for me last night," she thought. "But what excuse can I give him?" Raisa stared blankly ahead, then quickly typed a message
The room shimmered with a thousand lights, a cacophony of noise and laughter. Hans, a man of power and influence, sat amidst a sea of beautiful women, each vying for his attention. He remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on the entrance, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He was waiting for someone, someone special. He had nearly finished a pack of cigarettes, his lips curled into a knowing smirk, when the door swung open, revealing a woman in a vibrant orange dress. Her name was Raisa, and her arrival set his heart racing. "Raisa," he breathed, his eyes barely able to tear themselves away from her captivating beauty. He rose from his seat, a smile playing on his lips. "I didn't think you'd actually come. But you're a little late." Raisa sighed, her face etched with annoyance. "Do you think it's that simple?" "Just say, 'We're getting a divorce,' what's so hard about that?" "Are you trying to test my patience?" she retorted, her voice laced with frustration. Raisa felt like a
"Don't get me wrong, I'm just here to tell you something." Jordan paused his activity, his eyes fixed on the smartphone held by the woman who was once his wife. Was Clara intentionally seeking him out so they could reconcile? But the photo he saw on Clara's phone made him speechless. "W-where did you get this?" "I still have more to tell you, I hope you won't be shocked..." Jordan furrowed his brows, his assumptions were wrong. "What is it? Don't keep me in suspense..." "Your wife, haven't you seen social media talking about her?" A crisp laugh echoed. "Why? Are you envious of her success as a commercial star without your help?" "No" Clara switched to the next slide. "Please watch this video..." "So that's why Raisa wanted a divorce?" Jordan finally vented his emotions after Clara left. The news he had just received today truly hurt his heart, "Why was I so foolish to marry Raisa?" Jordan felt regret for what he had seen himself on an adult video channel. He also regretted Ra
Raisa received strange and cynical stares as she walked out of the studio building where she had spent the night. She ignored them, passing by without a care. "Hey kid, were you working last night?" An elderly woman asked her. Raisa turned and gave a small smile, but before she could answer, the woman continued. "You don't seem unfamiliar. Do you think selling yourself is halal?" Raisa snorted, then gave a wry smile. "Excuse me, why do you seem to know more about my life than I do?" Raisa waited for the woman's response, but there was no sign of her answering. "Why are you silent? Let me handle it, it's my personal business, you don't need to interfere in this." Raisa clearly didn't accept this. Unfortunately, the person Raisa should have called grandma, approached her and whispered. "So, did the man last night satisfy you?" Raisa's face turned nervous, but she stood tall. "Why are you so curious?" Raisa didn't want to entertain her any longer. She knew this woman wanted to rui
Four Years Later, "Let's go in." The click-clack of high heels echoed through the white building as a new figure stepped out of the car. All eyes were drawn to the dress that fluttered in the wind, its owner possessing a clear and serene face. This was Clara, the owner and ambassador of a world-renowned cosmetics brand. Clara was invited to an exclusive event for a fashion brand, celebrating the grand opening of their new building. As an ambassador, Clara, surrounded by a life of luxury, had captivated the world. Just a week ago, her cosmetics factory was expanded, and her workforce grew. It was strange, her fortunes had improved since becoming a single mother. "Lara..." a man called out, causing a moment of awkwardness. "Joe? Why is he here? I thought..." "Mommy, why are you spacing out? Let's sit over there..." Lucas called out, gesturing for Clara to stop lingering. Though curious about why Joe and her two sons were there, Clara continued towards them. The event began. The
Clara hadn't left her apartment since the previous night. She had hired several people to renovate it. It seemed that not only Joe was impatiently awaiting the next day, but Clara was also eagerly anticipating their wedding day. Her unwavering smile became a topic of conversation among her neighbors, curious about her busy day. "Mrs. Lara, are you sure you want to replace all the decorations in this room?" A worker felt sorry for all the furniture and everything visible in the apartment. Everything was still new, they couldn't bear to throw it away. As if understanding the workers' thoughts, Clara smiled faintly. "I just want to change the scenery in this house, you can take any old furniture or anything else you like." "B-but ma'am? Are you sure?" Clara nodded amidst their busy work. "Of course." "Hey, you know what, Doctor Joe has a complete and unbeatable job. I didn't expect him to be able to do it, his activities at the hospital are always busy." *** "Replace all my sche
"Honestly, I feel sorry for her..." Aldi and Anna both turned towards Dessy. "Why?" "Apparently, after her company went bankrupt, her mother took Hanif's two children with her." "They're his grandchildren too, so she must be feeding them," Aldi said, trying to stir the pot. Anna, who had been silent until now, finally commented. "How do you know?" "It's all over the internet, and the worst part is Ayunda..." Dessy shook her head and clicked her tongue. "She's getting worse." "What do you mean?" Anna frowned. "She's become a PRN* star, it's a job that... God forbid, I hope all my descendants are free from such things." Anna became curious. She realized that she had to listen to her friend's gossip now. However, she had to get the right information since she had already been told. "How do you know so much?" Dessy widened her eyes in annoyance. "I saw it on
"Anna, you have a visitor..." In Dessy's apartment, Anna sat leaning back, exhausted after a long journey. "But I'm very tired, Dessy. Why don't you just..." But her friend had already dragged her out to the terrace. Even though she put on a grumpy face, "Who is the visitor anyway..." Dessy didn't seem to mind, but Anna was silent when she saw a familiar figure standing behind her. "Who is that?" The person in front of her suddenly turned around. "Ayunda...?" Anna couldn't believe that the woman had come to see her. Ayunda seemed surprised too when she realized that the person she met was not a stranger, and they just stared at each other without a word. Why was the atmosphere so awkward? "How are you..." Anna tried to act nonchalant, as if nothing had happened. She invited her guest inside and acted friendly, forgetting the time when they argued in the past.
The next few days were a blur of tender care and cautious optimism. Raisa recovered remarkably well, her strength returning with each passing hour. Jordan, usually a whirlwind of activity, found himself strangely content in the quiet routine of caring for his wife and their newborn daughter. He named her Anya, a silent tribute to the woman whose selfless act had saved Raisa's life.One evening, as Anya slept soundly in her bassinet, Raisa stirred, a flicker of unease in her eyes. "Jordan," she whispered, her voice still weak, "I had a dream... a strange dream."Jordan sat beside her, his hand gently stroking her hair. "Tell me, my love.""I was in a place... dark and cold. A woman was there, her face obscured by shadows, but her voice... it was familiar. She was speaking of a secret, a terrible secret that must never be revealed."Jordan listened intently, his initial dismissal of it as a postpartum dream slowly fading as Raisa described the dream in vivid detail. The woman’s voi
dessy absorbed her friend's words, until unconsciously her tongue clicked. "Are all men the same? This is the first time I've heard Aldi like that. After all, as far as I know Aldi is so insistent on being with you." She then looked at Anna. "Sorry Anna, I don't want to interfere with your problem, but what if you listen to him talk sometimes." "You're defending him?" "N-no, I m-mean... It's best to make sure of the real thing first, if it's true that Aksi is guilty, I'll punch him immediately." *** "Anna..." Aldi quickly chased away the drunk thugs who had just bothered his girlfriend. "What are you doing outside at this late hour?" Anna took a breath, adjusting it to be stable. Luckily Aldi was in the right situation, if not, who knows what would have happened to her today. "Thank you, again I'm bothering you, I'll be careful in the future." Aldi sighed, "Is that enough?" Anna realized that she was so selfish,
The dinner was over, Randy and Dessy were still watching TV, while Anna chose to sit on the patio and busy herself with her phone."Anna..." Aldi followed her there, and Anna greeted him with a sour face, accompanied by a piercing question. "Why did you do that?"Unconsciously, his voice was a little hoarse. Aldi moved his mouth, trying to explain. "This is a misunderstanding, I don't know that girl at all, I don't know why she was so reckless..."Anna could see the honesty in his eyes, but her heart still hurt, so a word came out of her mouth. "For now, it's better if we don't meet for a while...""Why?"Aldi couldn't accept hearing the short sentence that seemed to pierce his heart, his eyes looked at Anna's face with a dull gaze.While Anna deliberately looked away, "I just want to be alone, so don't bother me for now."Aldi tried to get closer to her, but she immediately moved away. "Just because of what happened earlier?"His expression seemed like it was a trivial matter, Anna w
"Why is Anna taking so long?" Aldi repeatedly checked his watch, even getting in and out of the car to wait for his lover. His eyes stared at the box he had just bought as a surprise for Anna. "I hope she'll like this beautiful cake." However, it was almost dark, and Aldi had been waiting for hours in front of the fifteen-story building, but the one he was waiting for hadn't shown up yet. Suddenly, a group of beautiful girls appeared, just coming out of the building, and actually pointed at Aldi with their whispers. "You didn't see, there's a handsome man there." What a bunch of flirty girls!Although Aldi heard them, he deliberately turned his face away, too lazy to respond to the girls dressed formally but scantily clad. This was far different from Anna's appearance, who wore a hijab. In the midst of his thoughts, one of the girls dared to approach him. "Hi, I'm Kiran. Can we get to know each other?" She was in her tw
"Here's your order, you get a bonus of one exclusive Swiss-made handbag."Dessy reappeared, carrying three packages ordered by her customers. While they were chatting, Anna distanced herself from them. This was because she was texting Aldi, walking around the apartment with her eyes glued to her phone, not paying attention to where she was going. Brukk!Unfortunately, Anna was so careless that she bumped into someone. She immediately bent down to apologize. "Wait!"She hadn't had a chance to see the person she had bumped into. They were facing each other, and it felt like she recognized this person. Anna mustered up the courage to touch the mask covering their face and quickly removed it. "Aldi?" Anna was shocked to see her fiancé standing in front of her, smiling. "Since when were you here? Didn't we just..." "Right, this is a surprise, isn't it?" Initially, the man wanted to avoid this, but since he had been c
"Anna, you have a visitor..." In Dessy's apartment, Anna sat leaning back, exhausted after a long journey. "But I'm very tired, Dessy. Why don't you just..." But her friend had already dragged her out to the terrace. Even though she put on a grumpy face, "Who is the visitor anyway..." Dessy didn't seem to mind, but Anna was silent when she saw a familiar figure standing behind her. "Who is that?" The person in front of her suddenly turned around. "Ayunda...?" Anna couldn't believe that the woman had come to see her. Ayunda seemed surprised too when she realized that the person she met was not a stranger, and they just stared at each other without a word. Why was the atmosphere so awkward? "How are you..." Anna tried to act nonchalant, as if nothing had happened. She invited her guest inside and acted friendly, forgetting the time when they argued in the past.
"Honestly, I feel sorry for her..." Aldi and Anna both turned towards Dessy. "Why?" "Apparently, after her company went bankrupt, her mother took Hanif's two children with her." "They're his grandchildren too, so she must be feeding them," Aldi said, trying to stir the pot. Anna, who had been silent until now, finally commented. "How do you know?" "It's all over the internet, and the worst part is Ayunda..." Dessy shook her head and clicked her tongue. "She's getting worse." "What do you mean?" Anna frowned. "She's become a PRN* star, it's a job that... God forbid, I hope all my descendants are free from such things." Anna became curious. She realized that she had to listen to her friend's gossip now. However, she had to get the right information since she had already been told. "How do you know so much?" Dessy widened her eyes in annoyance. "I saw it on
Clara hadn't left her apartment since the previous night. She had hired several people to renovate it. It seemed that not only Joe was impatiently awaiting the next day, but Clara was also eagerly anticipating their wedding day. Her unwavering smile became a topic of conversation among her neighbors, curious about her busy day. "Mrs. Lara, are you sure you want to replace all the decorations in this room?" A worker felt sorry for all the furniture and everything visible in the apartment. Everything was still new, they couldn't bear to throw it away. As if understanding the workers' thoughts, Clara smiled faintly. "I just want to change the scenery in this house, you can take any old furniture or anything else you like." "B-but ma'am? Are you sure?" Clara nodded amidst their busy work. "Of course." "Hey, you know what, Doctor Joe has a complete and unbeatable job. I didn't expect him to be able to do it, his activities at the hospital are always busy." *** "Replace all my sche
Four Years Later, "Let's go in." The click-clack of high heels echoed through the white building as a new figure stepped out of the car. All eyes were drawn to the dress that fluttered in the wind, its owner possessing a clear and serene face. This was Clara, the owner and ambassador of a world-renowned cosmetics brand. Clara was invited to an exclusive event for a fashion brand, celebrating the grand opening of their new building. As an ambassador, Clara, surrounded by a life of luxury, had captivated the world. Just a week ago, her cosmetics factory was expanded, and her workforce grew. It was strange, her fortunes had improved since becoming a single mother. "Lara..." a man called out, causing a moment of awkwardness. "Joe? Why is he here? I thought..." "Mommy, why are you spacing out? Let's sit over there..." Lucas called out, gesturing for Clara to stop lingering. Though curious about why Joe and her two sons were there, Clara continued towards them. The event began. The