Chapter 2. I want a divorce!

All this time, Nayla had indeed suspected Zavier's closeness to Sefia. This discovery plunged Nayla into her anger because she realized that their relationship had already gone 'too far'.

Nayla's hands trembled, holding the hotel receipt that was half-soaked. Nayla sat down weakly and pondered what she should do.

Her gaze was blank as she looked at the pile of laundry still waiting in front of her. Every day, she has to do all the household chores, which are obviously very tiring, but Zavier never appreciates them at all.

Am I just considered a maid to him?

Nayla couldn't stop asking herself because of her unclear presence in this luxurious house. She felt completely trapped in this luxurious house ever since she married Zavier.

Her days were filled only with all the household chores that never seemed to end.

With a sorrowful face, Nayla stood up and walked slowly towards her room. She started taking out her suitcase and pulling out some of her clothes from the closet.

She has been trying to hold on for the past two years because she couldn't do much.

She had to pay off her parents' restaurant debts that piled up due to a failed fraudulent investment and her younger sibling's exorbitant medical expenses. How could she not? Until now, her younger sibling still needs to be treated for the leukemia she is suffering from.

Remembering her sister who still needs a lot of money, Nayla sat on the edge of the bed and pondered the actions she had to take.

Nayla glanced at the clock on the wall of her luxurious room, it was twelve noon.

At that moment, the sound of a car engine could be heard entering the driveway of the luxurious house.

Is Zavier home? Nayla asked in her heart, she immediately wiped the tears that wet her cheeks with the back of her hand, then stood up and was about to greet her husband's arrival as she usually did, but a moment later, her steps halted.

'Aren't I leaving?' Nayla canceled her intention to welcome Zavier, then turned her body back towards the wardrobe, hastening her movements to pack clothes into the suitcase.

The bedroom door opened a moment later, and Zavier stepped inside with a cold gaze while loosening his tie.

Seeing Nayla packing clothes into the suitcase, the man couldn't help but ask. Zavier stopped in his tracks on his way to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?"

Nayla took a deep breath while continuing to fold her clothes.

"Hei! What are you doing?"

Silence...

Nayla tried to regulate her heartbeat, which was currently unstable.

"Tell me! What are you doing!" Zavier stepped forward and grabbed her hand to stop Nayla.

"Let go! I want to leave! I want a divorce from you!" Nayla shouted, glaring back with a sharp look.

"How dare you say that! Huh!" Zavier laughed instead and released Nayla's hand with a single rough gesture..

"Get the tuxedo!" Zavier commanded while unbuttoning his shirt. At first, the man went home to take a shower and change his clothes.

Zavier's muscular and athletic body was clearly displayed in front of Nayla, and the woman quickly turned her gaze elsewhere. She tried not to respond to Zavier's request.

It seemed Zavier was starting to feel annoyed, and the man's face grew colder. The aura of anger began to envelop him. A sharp glare was directed at her.

"Where's my Tuxedo!" he shouted loudly, startling Nayla.

"I-I won't serve you anymore! Let's just get a divorce!" Nayla gathered her courage and hurriedly locked the already full suitcase.

"Oh, so you want to take something that doesn't belong to you and leave me here?"

Hearing Zavier's words, Nayla stopped her movements and looked at her suitcase. "I-I was just taking clothes. There's nothing valuable inside."

Zavier turned to Nayla with a sharp gaze like an eagle about to kill its prey.

"Nayla, are you sure you can live without me?"

"Without the status of Abraham that you currently have?"

Zavier's question pierced Nayla's heart, but she ignored it and pulled her suitcase with steady steps, choosing to remain silent and not answer Zavier's question.

However, Zavier held her hand when they faced each other.

"Leave it!" Zavier exclaimed coldly as he realized that Nayla was truly serious about her actions.

"What do you mean?" Nayla looked at Zavier with confusion.

Zavier pulled the suitcase Nayla was holding and threw it onto the floor a bit further away.

"Everything you took belongs to me, even the clothes currently on your body. All belongs to me!" You came without bringing anything. Did you forget about it?"

Nayla swallowed her bitter saliva. Her heart ached, and she couldn't respond except by standing frozen in place. Tears welled up again in Nayla's eyelids.

Zavier moved and sat on the sofa, folding his arms under his chest, staring at Nayla with a cold and condescending look.

"Take it off!"

Nayla felt a great sense of devastation and humiliation at that moment. She knew that when she arrived, she only brought the clothes that clung to her body. Zavier's orders were only to worsen and demean her existence.

With anger already taking over her mind, Nayla moved to the wardrobe and took out a knee-length dress she had worn when she arrived two years ago.

Nayla took off her clothes in front of Zavier and was about to put on the dress. No conversation took place, and both of Nayla's cheeks were already wet with flowing tears.

Zavier raised the corner of his mouth, looking at Nayla's almost naked  body. He clenched his jaw and felt increasingly angry because the woman was still insisting on leaving him.

"So you're sure about your decision?"

"Do you forget about your sister's medical expenses? And your father's still large debts? I warn you about the consequences of your decision! It's not easy to find a job in a country ruled by the Abraham Family!"

Hearing Zavier's critical words, Nayla stopped her movement in putting on the dress. Thinking for a moment.

Nayla's frozen posture made her look very attractive to Zavier, especially with the sunlight reflecting through the window at that moment.

Zavier could no longer contain the passion that had formed within him. With a rough step, he approached Nayla and tore the dress she had almost finished putting on.

"Z-Zavier! Don't!"

"That's enough! L-let me go!" Nayla shouted, trying to fight back.

The man acted roughly even though Nayla tried to resist and struggle. Roughly, Zavier pushed and threw the fair-skinned body onto the bed, then once again fulfilled his desire to dominate Nayla.

"Ugh!" groaned Nayla.

Nayla closed her eyes, angrily pulled the sheets beside the bed, and assured herself that this would be the last time that man would control her body.

'After this, it will all be over!' Nayla could only be patient and try to endure.

A few moments later, Nayla heard the soft sound of snoring, indicating that Zavier had fallen into a deep sleep.

Nayla turned and looked at the man she loved so much once again, then gently caressed his cheek.

Nayla wrote a small note to signify their farewell. After putting on another dress, Nayla decided not to take the suitcase she had packed earlier.

She remembered Zavier's hurtful words. Nayla left with only a dress and an old tote bag that she had brought the first time she entered Zavier's house.

Nayla had no idea that Zavier was close to Sefia, his ex-girlfriend, only because he felt indebted. The tragic accident that left him in a coma could not make his remember why the accident happened.

He just thought that it was an ordinary accident while playing with the speedboat on the lake.

Two years ago, Zavier drove his speedboat at high speed because he heard the news that Sefia was with her affair on a luxury yacht.

Realizing Zavier's arrival with the speedboat in anger, Sefia panicked and immediately fled using another speedboat with her affair.

No one could have predicted how Zavier, in his anger, crashed into their luxury yacht and was thrown far into the lake. Zavier's head hit hard and caused bleeding. Zavier was in a coma for months after the surgery.

Xander Abraham-the father, seeing his only son in such a state, felt sympathy for the future of the heir.

Coincidentally, at the same time, in that Hospital, Xander found Nayla. The agreement was made well and approved by both parties without coercion.

Although Nayla looked very burdened, for the sake of her sister who needed care, she would take all the risks to do something.

All the chances!

"You will become my daughter-in-law, and I will take care of all your sister's medical expenses and help you pay off your father's debts," Xander said firmly.