He sat upright in the middle of that dark room, trying to calm himself from the panic that had struck. His mind was in turmoil with unanswered questions and fear of an uncertain future. When Nayla's daydream was interrupted by the cold wind that tickled her hair, she felt a wave of loneliness wash over her heart. "How could this happen to me?" she murmured to herself, her voice almost lost in the haunting silence.Some time later, after the situation began to calm down, Nayla found the courage to observe her surroundings. The room did indeed look like a place that was rarely used. The humidity made his breath feel tight, and the terrifying shadows of the previous events kept swirling in his mind.But amidst the despair, there is also strength growing within her. Nayla would not give up so easily. She knew she had to find a way to prove her innocence, even though the situation felt very difficult. She has to endure for her sister, Nadira. Even though there is no longer lov
The man fell asleep in deep sorrow.When his consciousness slowly returned, Zavier felt so empty and trapped in the snare of his own mistakes. He knew that whatever happened next, he would have to face the consequences at a high price. He clearly remembers the harassment he inflicted on Nayla last night. He felt ashamed about the incident, so he decided to go to work and spend time at the office to avoid thinking about Nayla.***Nayla felt the world spinning around her as she was trapped in the cold and damp darkness of the basement. Her body was weak from two days without proper food. Only the trickle of rainwater that he could catch by stretching his hand through the small window gave him a little relief. He drank every drop of that water with gratitude, even though it couldn't quench his hunger.The next day, Nayla woke up with a headache and a great feeling of nausea. She sat in the corner of the room, lettin
Chapter 164. Michael, you are great!Zavier was a little confused to hear that Nayla was pregnant.“I wonder what happened to her,” Zavier said in a hoarse voice. “Is she in danger?”The doctor nodded in understanding. “We'll let you know as soon as we have more information. Right now, it's best that you rest for a while. You seem to need medical attention as well.”Zavier shook his head, but then nodded in understanding. He knew he had to stay calm and strong for Nayla. “Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help her.”The doctor smiled gently. “Sure, we'll let you know as soon as possible. Please wait here.”Zavier sat in the hospital waiting room with a muddled mind. He tried to contemplate what had happened and what to do next. How could he justify his actions towards Nayla? How could he ensure h
Prang! The whiskey bottle was thrown to the other side of the sofa Zavier was sitting on.“Nayla! Don't think you can get away from me!” Zavier screeched in anger and unstable consciousness.The night was long and agonizing for him. He didn't even answer the calls from Sefia, his second wife who was worried about him. Zavier's heart felt empty and wounded. He felt like everything was crumbling around him, and he didn't know how he could fix it.As he sat in the dark room, his thoughts kept returning to Nayla. He thought of all the beautiful moments they shared together, and how everything changed so quickly. Guilt and regret haunted him. He wondered if he could fix everything, or if it was too late.The scent of Nayla's body always intoxicated him with uncontrollable desire or lust.Zavier closed his eyes, trying to ease his headache and emotional turmoil. He felt tra
Sefia shook her head. “No, Nayla. We're not going to do that. We just want to know how you're going to deal with it.”Nayla laughed bitterly. “How will I deal with it? That's none of your business. It's my life and my decision.”Kayla tried to grab Nayla's hand, but Nayla pulled it away quickly. “Don't touch me,” she said sharply.“We just want to help, Nayla,” Kayla said again, this time in a pleading tone.Sefia approached and continued her attack, “I'm pregnant too, but his father is a man I love very much, Zavier loves me and my baby very much. Uh, do you love Michael too?”Nayla narrowed her eyes, looking sarcastically at the two sly women who never had good intentions.“If you really want to help, leave me alone. I don't need your fake sympathy,” Nayla said in a voice that began to
Nayla felt pain at Zavier's words. “I'm sorry, Zavier. I'm really sorry... I don't know what else to say.”Zavier looked at her coldly. “Sorry? That's what you think can fix all this? Sorry won't change the fact that you betrayed our trust.”Nayla knew that Zavier was right. No amount of apologizing could repair the damage that had been done. She had to lie for the sake of the future of the child in her womb.“I, I'm sorry...”Zavier let out a long breath, trying to calm his emotions. “How, Nayla? How can you fix this? That child is the proof of your betrayal. How can I ever forgive you?”“Throw it away! I'll file for abortion!”Zavier's sudden words made Nayla feel her heart breaking. “No! I disagree!”Zavier looked at Nayla with a gaze full of hatred and disappointm
The next morning, Nayla woke up with renewed determination. She left the inn carefully, making sure no one was following her. She made her way to the local market that was beginning to bustle with morning activity. There, she bought some new clothes by selling her cell phone.Then she tried to look for information and opportunities that could help her in this escape. She knew that markets like this were often a meeting place for all sorts of people, including those who could provide items that couldn't be found elsewhere.After wandering around for a while, Nayla approached a friendly-looking merchant. “Excuse me, do you know where I can get a temporary job or perhaps someone who can help me get a new identity?” she asked cautiously.The merchant looked at Nayla for a moment before smiling slightly. “You seem to be in serious need of help. There is someone who might be able to help you, his name is Pak
In the dead of night, Zavier contacted several people who could help him. One of them was a private detective named Mando, who had worked for Zavier several times on important matters.“Mando, I need your help. My wife, Nayla has just escaped from the hospital where she was admitted. I need you to find her as soon as possible,” Zavier said in a stern tone.“Give me the details. I'll start searching immediately,” Mando replied without hesitation.After giving Mando all the necessary information, Zavier felt a little relieved. However, he knew that this was just the beginning of a long chase. He returned to his office at the hospital, sitting in a chair while looking out the dark window. His thoughts were racing, trying to understand Nayla's motives and plan his next move.Meanwhile, Nayla had reached the bus station located on the outskirts of the city. Eight hours from the cit
***Happy ending***Zavier smiled coldly, his gaze calculating. “They conspired,” he replied in a low but firm tone. “They stole Nayla's identity and made my wife suffer through memory loss. They played with her life, erasing the precious memories we once had. If they think they can get away with it, they're sadly mistaken.”His assistant remained calm on the other end of the line, waiting for further instructions. “What is your plan, sir?”Zavier stared far ahead, his eyes filled with determination. “Reclaim her face,” he said meaningfully, ”and let the fake forget her memory. Make her feel what Nayla experienced. If they dare to take my wife's life, then I will take back what they stole. The face they created, the memories they formed... let it all crumble and perish.”His assistant nodded on the other end of the line, understanding what Zavier meant. “Yes, sir. I will arrange everything.
Sefia gasped and turned her head quickly, her eyes showing obvious shock. “Oh, Zavier... I just... had some sudden business,” she stammered. “You don't need to worry. It's just a short meeting.”However, Zavier did not simply believe her. There was something in the woman's demeanor that made him suspicious, and his desire to find out more surfaced strongly.Without saying anything else, he let Sefia go first, but not long after, Zavier got into his car and started following behind.Zavier kept his distance, making sure that Sefia did not notice his presence. He drove slowly, following Sefia's car carefully. Every turn the woman took further emphasized Zavier's suspicions. “What is she really hiding?” he muttered to himself.“She doesn't look like the Nayla that belongs to me, her eyes, her voice are different, and her height. Why did I never realize that?&rdq
“Sara, a-I'll give you an extra fee... for... for what happened last night.”Hearing that, Sara's eyes rounded and a pile of tears began to gather rapidly.Those words pierced Sara's heart. It was as if everything that happened between them was just a transaction, not something that had meaning.Her face that had been full of love turned into unbearable anger. “Pay?” she snarled in a sharp voice, her eyes looking at Bram with disappointment.“So, you think I'm just a servant who can be bought? What happened last night is just something you can pay me to erase?”Bram was silent, not expecting Sara's reaction to be that harsh. He opened his mouth, trying to find words to defuse the situation, but Sara continued before he could speak.“I'm not something you can bargain with, honorable Mr. Bram! Whatever happened last nig
His ears seemed to be deaf to the words Sara threw out. To him, in that drunken state, Sara was Nayla coming back to him, and this was a chance to embrace the woman he had been longing for.“Don't leave again, Nayla... please...” she whispered desperately, holding Sara's body on the bed. Tearing off the clothes she was wearing and starting to nuzzle Sara's slender neck.Sara tried to push Bram away, trying to snap him out of his drunken stupor. “Mr. Bram, this is not Nayla! You're drunk! Let go of me!” she said in a loud and trembling voice. However, her efforts were not strong enough to sober Bram up.Feelings of fear and confusion mixed in Sara's mind. She knew that this man was obsessed with Nayla, but she never expected to be in this situation.In a last ditch effort, she gathered all the strength she had and managed to break free from Bram's grip, roll off the bed, and escape out of the room as quickly as possible, leaving Bra
Nadia's face-or Nayla, as it often crossed his mind-was so similar to the one he remembered as the wife he loved. Not just in terms of physical appearance, but also in the way she spoke, her gentle smile, and the way she looked at Zavier as if recognizing the deepest part of his soul. Every glance, every body movement, felt like an inexplicable déjà vu.Her lips and her kiss.However, the woman now in his home-who he had always believed to be Nayla-felt different.It was as if something was missing, something unseen but felt. Her gaze was empty and distant, her touch no longer providing the warmth they once shared.“Have I been blinded by my desperation to get my wife back? Is that woman really Nayla?” Zavier thought.Zavier clasped his head with both hands, trying to calm the turmoil of his feelings. If this Nadia was the real Nayla, then who was the wo
Zavier immediately turned to Nayla, who was now sitting upright on the sofa with her hair tousled and her eyes half open. He knew that the situation could get ugly if he didn't get things under control soon.“Nayla, calm down,” he said in a soothing tone on his cell phone. “I'm helping someone who needs help. There's nothing for you to worry about.”However, those words were not enough to calm Sefia down. “Helping someone? In the middle of the night like this? And that woman's voice, why is she with you?” Sefia was getting more and more agitated, her voice portraying a burning anger and jealousy.Zavier let out a long breath, realizing that a simple explanation would not be enough to ease the anger of the woman who claimed to be his wife.“Nadia is facing a complicated situation, and I can't just leave her. Believe me, I didn't do anything wrong,” she r
Zavier looked at her deeply, as if trying to find the answer behind Nadia's eyes. “Maybe there's something in you that's more than just a similar face to Nayla. Maybe, somehow, we once had more of a connection than we realized.”“Or... are you the real Nayla?” asked Zavier, but the question was more to himself as Nadia just looked at him with a sad face.They sat in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth that still remained from that moment. Although there was a lot of confusion and questions still hanging in the air, both of them felt a strange but real bond, as if fate had brought them back together after a long time apart.The rain began to fall heavily outside, droplets soaking the windows and a soft, soothing rhythm could be heard.Zavier looked out for a moment before turning back to Nayla. Without saying much, he led her to the living room. They walked slowly, feeling the silence filled only by the sound of the rain drippi
Zavier took another step towards Nayla and said, “You rest inside and I'll take Joen home first. After that, I'll come and bring some food for you, okay?”Nayla nodded obediently and gave a warm smile and waved goodbye to Joen.They got back into the car, and Zavier drove Joen home.Along the way, his mind was spinning, thinking of the steps to take. Who exactly was the woman he brought to the empty house? Was she really the real Nayla, or just the result of Bram's crazy obsession with creating a clone?The questions kept swirling in his mind, and Zavier knew that the answers he would find might change everything.After ensuring Joen's safe return, Zavier quickly returned to the empty house. He had to talk to the woman, find out who she really was, and what was really going on. In his heart, Zavier hoped that the truth, no matter how hard it was, would come out so that everyone involved could find the peace that had been taken from thei
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