Zavier sat in the chair provided, trying to make himself more comfortable. “We moved here so that we could be closer and have a comfortable place for both of us. I know it might feel different, but I want you to know that this is a place where we can start anew. And most importantly, we can be together.”
“And Mama?”
“Hmm, Mama will catch up after this.” Zavier gently stroked Joen's hair.
Joen paused from putting together the puzzle and looked at his father attentively. “But, Aunt Sefia? What about her? She can't come here, she's so fierce.”
Joen pursed his lips in distaste.
“She won't come here, darling.”
Joen nodded with a triumphant smile, “but Mama will be here soon, won't she?”
Zavier sighed, finding it hard to explain the situation. “Mama and Papa are facing some problems, Joen. But I know you love Mama very much, and I do too. I want you to know that n
Nayla decided to visit the hospital directly to speak with Zavier in private.She left the house full of hope that maybe, just maybe, she could get some time to talk to Zavier and work out a solution together.Arriving at the hospital, Nayla quickly made her way to Zavier's inpatient room, where he was having a series of tests done on his head. However, when she got there, she found that Zavier had refused all visits and requests for a meeting. The hospital attendant told her in a regretful tone.“I'm sorry, Mrs. Nayla,” said a hospital official, ”Mr. Zavier is not receiving visitors at the moment nor is he answering calls or messages. We cannot force him to meet with anyone.”Nayla felt her heart break at the news. She tried to remain calm even though frustration and worry haunted her mind. “Do you know why she refuses all communication? I just want to talk to her about Joen.”The hospital attendant shook her he
Zavier allowed Fernando to visit them because he felt that the two boys were his children. They should at least get to know each other.Joen saw Fernando's presence, trying to greet him in a friendly manner. “Hello, I'm Joen! I just moved here. Do you want to play puzzles with me?”Fernando snorted, with a face that showed no friendly expression, just staring at Joen with a cold gaze. “Puzzle? I don't like puzzles. Some people's game.”Zavier had just come out of the room and saw the situation, trying to bridge the tension. “Fernando, this is Joen, Papa's son. He just moved here and probably needs a friend. Maybe you can play together.”Fernando furrowed his brow and replied in a gruff tone, “I don't want to play with the new kid. I already have my own friends.”Joen looked a little surprised and disappointed by Fernando's response. He tried not to let those feelings interfere with his enthusiasm. &ld
Fernando, who was reluctant at first, finally couldn't resist his curiosity. “That puzzle looks difficult. I'm not sure we can solve it.”Joen smiled broadly. “Let's give it a try. I'm sure we can do it together. After all, I love doing puzzles, and I think it'll be more fun if we do it together.”It was a puzzle of airplane pieces. Fernando loved airplanes, so his curiosity made him want to touch the puzzle even more.Fernando began to feel moved by Joen's enthusiasm, eventually sitting down at the puzzle table and starting to help. Although he still looked cold, his demeanor began to soften little by little. Joen, who was very good at putting together puzzles, demonstrated his skills with great confidence, and Fernando began to get involved in the activity.Over the next few days, Joen continued to try to get Fernando to play different types of puzzles and other games. He patiently showed Fernando how to put together the intricat
Fernando initially felt confused and somewhat uncomfortable seeing Joen talking to himself, standing at the door and watching curiously. He could not fully understand why Joen was talking to herself, and felt awkward not knowing how to respond.However, over time, Fernando began to feel intrigued. He saw how serious and excited Joen was while putting together the puzzle, and he realized how much effort Joen was putting in. Fernando decided to sit near Joen and watch more closely, hoping to get a better understanding of what Joen was doing.Joen, who suddenly noticed Fernando's presence, felt embarrassed and stopped for a moment. He turned his head and saw Fernando sitting nearby, Fernando's attentive gaze making him feel awkward. “Oh, hi, Brother Fernando. Have you been here long?”Fernando felt a little hesitant but tried to speak politely, replying, “Yes, I just came. I saw you talking to yourself and... I was curious about what you were doin
Nayla was brought to the hospital, still in a weakened state and very shaken. She felt like all the hopes and dreams she had were shattered.At the hospital, Nayla was surrounded by doctors and nurses trying to stabilize her. She couldn't speak clearly or explain her feelings. All that was on her mind were images of Joen and the inability to fight this.Nayla received treatment for her mental state as well, a deep sense of sadness and stress plaguing every corner of her mind.When Nayla woke up from her stupor, she felt like she had just woken up from a nightmare. With deep pain in her heart, she knew she had to take legal steps to fight the divorce petition and Zavier's custody. She couldn't let Joen go without a fight.The doctors and nurses provided the support Nayla needed, and she felt a little calmer with their care and help. Despite the sadness and pain, Nayla was determined to fight back and fight for her rights as a mother. She realized that no m
The handsome man looked helpless, sharing his feelings with two women he thought were equally important.Nadira looked at her husband with a sad face, realizing how much more Michael's attention seemed to be focused on Nayla. “I understand. And I don't want to make you feel pressured or burdened. But I also find it difficult. We need to be able to share our care and love at times like this.”Michael approached Nadira and took her hand again gently. “Nadira, I really appreciate your understanding and support. I know this is not an easy situation for you. I promise I will do my best to divide my time and attention between you and Nayla.”“She is on the fifth floor of the hospital. How about I give her a quick nudge and see if I can help? After that, I'll come back here for you.”Nadira nodded gently, trying to calm her feelings. “I just want you to know how important it is for me to feel cared for and loved. I know
With reddened eyes, Michael looked at Nayla. “That man doesn't know any better. After all you've done for him, he repays you in this way.”Nayla, who was still in a weakened state, could only stare blankly. Michael's anger did not make her feel any better, and she felt too tired to respond. Michael, feeling extremely angry and frustrated, stood by Nayla's bedside with an expression full of resentment.However, although Michael's anger towards Zavier was apparent, he took no concrete steps to help Nayla.Michael massaged his own forehead in agitation. Michael felt that this situation, although extremely distressing, was something that Nayla had to deal with on her own. He felt that Nayla should no longer be with a man who so disrespected her.Inwardly, Michael monologued, “It's good that they are divorced. I... I'll have you after everything breaks up! Nadira and Nayla will be mine alone!”“What a disappointment,”
Nadira sensed the sincerity in Michael's words, but she also began to feel anxious about the developing situation. She wanted to believe that Michael could balance his care and affection, but she also felt the need to discuss their feelings honestly.Meanwhile, Michael felt torn between two very important women in his life. He had to find a way to provide fair support to Nayla, while still maintaining a strong relationship with Nadira.Although he felt capable of loving and caring for both, the emotional and practical challenges he faced left him feeling depressed.Lying was all he could think of at the moment.Michael knew that in order to realize this plan, he would have to be very careful and thoughtful in handling all the relationships and feelings involved. He hoped that with time and effort, they could all find the best way out of this very complicated situation.Zavier sat in the hospital's physiotherapy exercise room, his face reddened from
***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