The following days at the hospital were extremely stressful for Michael. He stayed by Nadira's side, trying to provide as much emotional and physical support as possible. Although Nadira felt weaker and weaker, she still tried to show courage and resilience.
The doctor gave the news that Nadira might not have much time left. Michael was depressed and devastated, but he tried to stay strong for Nadira's sake. He took loving care of Nadira and tried to give her all the care and love he had.
Night after night, Michael kept vigil beside Nadira. He talked to her about a bright future, reminisced about their beautiful moments together, and wished for the extra time they could spend together. Even though they knew that their time together was getting shorter, they still tried to create beautiful memories that would last forever.
When Nadira finally went into a very critical condition, Michael felt his heart breaking. He felt a deep sadness watching Nadira struggle to s
Nayla was shocked, barely able to digest the information. “Pregnant? But how could it be? Nadira... she...”“Look, the doctor hasn't finished his report yet,” Michael interrupted with a stern look.The doctor nodded and continued, “However, the good news is that this pregnancy seems to have given Nadira's body a tremendous boost, as if giving her extra strength to survive.”“This is a very rare case, and we don't fully understand the mechanism. However, we believe that this pregnancy has played a big role in her recovery.”Nayla, who was still feeling exhausted but trying to focus, looked at the doctor with astonishment. “So, this pregnancy... gave Nadira strength? How is that possible?”The doctor nodded. “Medically speaking, this is a very rare phenomenon. There are some studies that show that pregnancy can dramatically affect the mother's health condition, bu
“Zavier,” Nayla began, her voice trembling with hope and love, ”I have good news. Nadira-she is pregnant. You won't believe it, but this pregnancy has given her incredible strength. She's now fighting for survival in the ICU, and this news has everyone feeling very moved.”Nayla looked at Zavier's calm face, as if wishing he could feel the presence of her words. “I know this may sound unreal, but Nadira is very strong. She gives us all new hope. Even though her condition is still critical, she's showing incredible strength. And I believe, Zavier, if you hear this, you too can do the same.”Gently, Nayla grasped Zavier's hand tighter, her eyes beginning to well up with tears. “I miss you, Zavier. I really wish you had the same strength as Nadira. We all need you so much. Joen and I feel lost without you by our side.”Nayla wiped away the tears running down her cheeks, feeling as if the heavy emotio
Nayla did not see, as her tears fell on Zavier's cold cheeks, the man's eyelids twitched slightly, indicating a small response.With tears still flowing, Nayla remained seated beside Zavier, clasping his hand with hope and deep feeling. Amidst the sadness and anxiety, she held on to the belief that their love and hope were enough to bring Zavier back from the darkness.Inside the quiet treatment room, Nayla sensed an emotional noise that could not be contained. Zavier, lying unconscious, became the center of all Nayla's hopes and sorrows. She wanted to give him something special, trying to reach out to him in a way that was filled with love and warmth. Softly, Nayla began to sing a song full of meaning, a song that they had enjoyed together.“Here, in the dark of night... I wish for you to hear... this voice, the voice of my heart...”“Will this unrequited love get its reward this time?”“
Nayla finally felt a little calmer in Michael's arms, and she began to whisper thanks to Michael for his support. “Thank you, Michael. I feel a little better now. I just feel so lost.”Michael nodded, stroking Nayla's shoulder. “I'm here for you. Feel free to hold on to me. We'll face this together.”Sefia watched them part and, after a while, decided to wait for them to leave.Gently, she moved away from the scene so that Nayla who was walking towards her would not be aware of her presence.After Michael and Nayla left the area, Sefia slowly entered the infirmary where Zavier was still lying comatose. Her steps were gentle, and her heart was filled with a mixture of emotion and curiosity. She gazed at the stiff Zavier with great concern, feeling how important this moment was.“It turns out you're in a coma again,” Sefia whispered with a triumphant smile.The room was si
Zavier opened his eyes slowly, his gaze still full of confusion and weakness. The room light made his vision blurry and his eyes ached.Recognizing the woman by his side at the moment to be Sefia, Zavier continued his sentence with difficulty.“You... who sang to me?” he asked in a barely audible voice, filled with doubt.Sefia felt her heart tremble at that question. Gently, she nodded and brought herself closer to Zavier's bed.“Yes, I am. I tried to encourage you. But... I never knew if it really got to you.”Sefia lied and immediately seized the opportunity of Nayla's absence at that moment.Moments later, Zavier began to focus within her line of sight.“Ma... na, Nayla?”Hearing that Zavier was looking for Nayla's whereabouts, she decided to come up with a slander to maintain her status.“Why are you still thinking about a
Sefia came closer and took Zavier's hand and pressed it to the center of his chest, “just like the space in my heart, there is only you.”Zavier smiled slightly and withdrew his hand.Moments later, Zavier tried to speak again, his voice still weak but full of determination. “I want to talk to Nayla... I want to know, why and... reveal her reasons for accepting me but loving Michael.”“For Joen! Can't you guess that woman's cunning?”“Jo-joen? How is the boy?”Sefia shrugged her shoulders, “he seems to have remained a less- hum, I mean limited, ahh... you get my drift!”Zavier was pensive, thinking of the Joen he had not known for long, but he doted on the little girl.“She's my daughter and I'm her biological father,” Zavier said and turned to Sefia.“I want to see him, where is he now?”Sefia nodded, jealously. “Of course. I'll te
“I-I, Zavier...”Unexpectedly, the man turned to the other direction as he said, “Bring Joen here. I want to talk to him,” Zavier replied curtly.Zavier's heart and mind were very upset to see Michael still among them. All the problems that he was currently experiencing stemmed from Michael harassing Nayla.“Zavier, do I have time to talk to you again?” Nayla asked with resignation, seeing Zavier's cold demeanor and look as if he was driving her away.Zavier pondered for a moment before finally turning his head back and looking at Nayla.A second later, Zavier raised his index finger at Michael, “Get this man out of your life if you still want to talk to me.”Nayla was startled and looked at Michael, “But, I don't have any relationship with him. He's just a friend.”“Friend? Friends but intimate?” Zavier sneered and turned his face away.“Go away!&rdq
“Y-you!” Nayla pointed her index finger at Sefia with reddened eyes.“What am I? Come on, say it and defend your disgusting self in Zavier's eyes!”Just as Nayla was about to say more, two nurses suddenly approached them.“Sorry, this is a hospital. Please get out of here and maybe we can talk about something else outside the hospital. A patient by the name of Mr. Zavier has called us to make sure you are not outside his room again as he can hear everything you say.”Michael nodded and pulled Nayla's hand again, “Let's go to Nadira's room!”Nayla wanted to speak up, but the words were swallowed in her throat as the nurse gave them a sharp look to keep them quiet.A moment later, Zavier, who was still inside his room, could feel the change in atmosphere outside. His curiosity was getting the better of him. Had they dispersed already? What was really going on?
***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