Sefia shook her head with wet eyes. “The one born prematurely? Kayla said she died.”
Zavier sneered, “she was born prematurely and the child lived but had autistic symptoms. And he's my son! My biological son!”
Zavier emphasized the last sentence in a louder voice.
“A-a, your son?”
Sefia was unable to answer. She knew that whatever she said would not fix what had been destroyed. She could only stare at Zavier, tears flowing endlessly, while her heart felt shattered like broken glass.
Frantically, Sefia knelt before Zavier, “I'm sorry, Zavier. For Fernando's sake. He doesn't know this. D-he thinks of you as his father.”
Zavier shook his head, feeling as if the world he had built was slowly crumbling before him. “I don't know what to do now, Sefia. I feel like a fool. All of this... because of blind love that doesn't see the truth in front of its eyes.”
“Me, you guys! All
Michael sat on the sofa, letting out a long sigh before starting to tell the story. “Nayla... she still thinks about Zavier. I tried to show her how much I love her, but her heart is still tied to him. I don't know what else to do.”Nadira listened attentively. After a while, she stood up and walked towards the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Michael raised his eyebrows curiously when he saw Nadira return with two bottles of beer in her hands.“Nadira, why do you have drinks like this? I thought you were being treated for leukemia,” Michael asked in confusion.“It's not for me.”Nadira smiled slightly, handing one bottle to Michael. “I knew you would come here with a broken heart, Michael. I made this for you because I knew you'd be hurt because my brother always rejected your love.”“You know?”Nadira nodded, “Take a drink, maybe you'll be relieved. My brother will still
“I'm not asking you to love me back, Michael. I just want you to know that you are not alone. I will always be there for you, no matter what. That's what love is all about, isn't it?”Michael felt tears starting to well up in his eyes. He felt so appreciated and loved by Nadira. Although his heart was still set on Nayla, he was relieved to know that there was someone who cared so much about him.“Nadira, thank you. You are someone who means a lot to me. I don't know what will happen in the future, but I promise that I will always cherish your feelings,” Michael said with a trembling voice and a heavy head.Nadira smiled gently, feeling the warmth in his heart. “That's more than enough, Michael. All I want is to see you happy.”That night, they sat together, talking and sharing their feelings. Michael felt a little weight lift from his heart, while Nadira felt relieved after revealing her feelings that had been hidden.
“Is this what brings Zavier to his knees all the time, Nayla? You are so narrow. You are mine now and forever,” Michael saidwith a fiery voice behind a rhythmic beat that made Nadira scream in pain but happy at the same time.Her heart sank as she heard Michael say her brother's name repeatedly, in the midst of their union, but nevertheless she wasdesperately wanted to experience the touch of the man she missed every day.When morning came, Michael woke up with a heavy head and a deep sense of guilt. deep guilt.“N-Nadira?”He saw Nadira sleeping beside him, her pale face reminding him of the harsh reality. Michael of the harsh reality. The innocent body under the thin white blanketmade Michael's face tighten. Quickly, he realizedthe big mistake he had made.“Oh my...” Michael squealed in a voice full of regret. “What have I done?”Nadira was awakened by
The following days, Michael tried hard to keep his distance from Nayla and Nadira. He knew that he had to find a way to heal his heart and let Nayla and Zavier find their own happiness.The man worked from morning to morning, immersing himself into his work at the office.Nadira herself, although her heart was still hurting, was trying to accept reality and focus on her health.She wanted to be healthy to be able to continue her relationship with Michael. With the passionate night they had, Nadira expected a change from Michael.However, a week passed quickly with an indistinct silence between them.Nadira felt her heart breaking after realizing her wait was in vain, after a night of misguided passion, Michael seemed to have disappeared into thin air. He didn't even answer her calls let alone reply to her messages.Nadira stared at the green app on her phone screen with a sad look. “Not read at all,” she hissed with a desperate l
Michael didn't visit Nayla at all, let alone contact her. He had completely disappeared from her for a while. All his attention and free time began to be diverted to Nadira.Nadira slowly began to feel better. She knew that Michael couldn't love her back the way she wanted, but she also knew that he cared for her sincerely. That was enough for her to move on and seek happiness in her life.Michael, on the other hand, felt calmer after seeing Nadira start to recover. He knew that he had to stay strong for Nayla and Joen, but he also wouldn't abandon Nadira. He would always be there to support her, as a loyal friend.***Nayla felt a little strange that her two close people seemed to have disappeared into thin air. Nayla decided to invite Michael and Nadira to her house for dinner. She wanted to spend time with her sister and her best friend, and strengthen their relationship.Nayla immediately typed a message to Nadira and Michael.“Com
“That's good. Michael, you always care about the people around you. Thank you for always being there for Nadira.”Michael felt his heart touched by Nayla's words. “Thank you, Nayla. You all mean a lot to me.”“Why isn't Joen eating with us?” Nadira asked suspiciously.“He's in his room, wait a minute, I'll call him.” Nayla stood up and walked to Joen's room.Moments later, Nayla pulled out all the stops to get Joen to come out for dinner. Annoyed, the little girl sat between Nadira and Michael, looking at them curiously. “Mama, when can we all go to the playground again? I want Uncle Puzzle to come along.”Nayla smiled and gently rubbed Joen's head. “Of course, dear. We can plan to go together. Michael, do you want to come?”Michael nodded with a smile. “Sure, Joen. I would love to go to the playground with you.”“Uncle Puzzle will be happy,&rdqu
Michael bowed his head, feeling ashamed and guilty. “I thought Nadira was you. I was very drunk, and I kissed Nadira. That night, we... we spent the night together.”Nayla felt her chest tighten at Michael's confession. She turned to Nadira, her eyes full of questions.“Nadira, what really happened?” she asked in a shaky voice.Nadira tried to compose herself before answering. “Sis, I... I know it was wrong. But I love Michael very much. I've always loved him. That night, I just wanted to feel his love, even if only for a moment.”Nayla was silent for a moment, trying to digest everything she had just heard. After a while, she looked at Michael with eyes full of sadness. “Michael, you know that this is a very serious matter. You must take responsibility for what you have done.”“My sister, not being a healthy woman, you don't have the, uhm, to me-” Nayla was at a loss for words.Mic
Michael nodded, feeling a huge weight on his chest. “I will always support Nadira, no matter what happens. But I can't marry her just because of this mistake. I love you, Nayla, and I will always love you.”Nadira covered her ears with her hands as she could no longer bear to hear Michael's words of love for her sister. He didn't just say it once, but repeatedly and it sounded like a broken song.Michael realized Nadira's distress, so he decided to leave.“I think we all need some space,” he said as he stood up.With a broken heart, Michael walked towards the exit. He knew that his feelings wouldn't change, but he had to give Nayla and Nadira space to heal their wounds. Before leaving, he looked at Nayla one last time, hoping that someday, they could find their way back to each other.Suddenly Nadira fainted.“Nadira!” Nayla screeched, causing Michael to turn around and rush over.“Call an amb
***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