Joen grabbed Fernando's coat sleeve and called out to him in a small voice, “kak Fernando.”
“You've seen, haven't you?”
Zavier looked at Nayla with a satisfied and triumphant smile. “We'll settle this in court. Now, leave before I call security.”
“B-but, she's not yours, Zavier! I gave birth to her!”
“You didn't even do anything when I was pregnant and when she was born prematurely, then you-”
“That's because you lied to me, Nayla! Why did you never tell me that the child you were carrying was mine, not Michael's?!” Zavier interrupted.
“How was I supposed to know who you were sleeping with?!”
Nayla felt her heart breaking at Zavier's words, in front of her son, in front of everyone.
Nayla felt embarrassed as she watched Joen avert his eyes and follow Fernando, while Zavier stood with an attitude that suggested he had won this battle.
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Nayla came to her senses after hearing Mando's emphatic words. She nodded weakly and followed Mando and Chayo obediently out of the luxurious party room.With languid steps, Nayla left the party, feeling a deep heaviness in her heart as she exited Zavier's house. Outside, the rain continued to fall heavily, reflecting her gloomy mood.“How cruel of you, Zavier! I... I'll never forgive you!” screamed Nayla in the rain.Outside, Nayla stood by the roadside with the rain soaking her body, not knowing where to go. She felt disconnected from everything that mattered in her life. Seeing Joen happy by her father and Fernando's side, she felt a huge gaping hole in her life.Nayla bit her lip and refused to be taken home by Cahyo or Mando.Nayla decided to walk, even though there were taxis and buses passing by but because she herself did not know her destination, she just walked straight.She hopes that by taking a rain shower, the rainw
“I thought you said to invite everyone. I also invited Kayla. That Stepmom of yours has two days off, don't you drive the old lady away too. She just wants to see her granddaughter.”Zavier spluttered, he never expected her to come too.“Joen's not her grandson,” Zavier said curtly.“Who is her grandson? She's old, I wish she could enjoy her last moments with her two grandchildren, Fernando and Joen. Don't you want me to accept Joen as my daughter too?”Zavier furrowed his brows at Sefia's emphasized words. He loosened his tie and threw his ass roughly onto the sofa.He was at a loss on how to divorce Sefia. As for Nayla, she didn't expect a divorce either. To Sefia, he felt he owed her a status because he had been with her since childhood.Sefia had been his girlfriend since he was in middle school and he understood Sefia with all her character.Zavier rubbed his own face roughly.Sefia appr
After recording enough, she started taking photos. The camera screen on her phone made a “click” sound as it took the photo. It brought Nayla to her senses.Nayla opened her eyes and sat up straight, “who?”Hearing that, the stalker immediately put away his cell phone and planned to run away.Nayla felt uncomfortable and quickly stood up, grabbing a towel to wrap herself up. However, just as she was about to get out of the bathtub, she slipped on the slippery surface.“Aarghh!”Byurrr!Nayla fell back into the bathtub. Her forehead hit the edge of the bathtub.The man immediately turned around when he heard Nayla's scream, even though he was almost at the exit of the house.“Nayla?”He quickly ran back into the bathroom and found Nayla already unconscious from hitting her head on the edge of the bathtub. Dar*h was oozing slightly from Nayla's left forehe
“She took a rain shower and looked desperate as she soaked into the house without locking the door, I-I just went in and checked things out.”Zavier's eyes turned red and he looked deeply at Nayla, a cut on her forehead made Zavier's heart feel broken.Zavier tightened his jaw.“Mando, take out his eyes because he's already seen my wife's body!”Hearing Zavier's words, the man's eyes widened.“But, sir. I really closed my eyes! I didn't see anything, nor was the light off, I'm innocent!” the man shouted, trying to defend himself.“Get out!” Zavier's voice rang out and boomed as the lightning continued.The noise made Nayla slowly wake up from her stupor, “let him go, he's only helping me,” she said in a weak voice.Mando stopped dragging the man and looked at Nayla and then at Zavier in turn. Waiting for the next order.“You heard what my wife said, confis
Before Nayla could answer, a knock on the door broke up their feud.“Sir, the paramedics have arrived.”Nayla pushed Zavier's body away then quickly continued, putting on her clothes, “I'm sick. Go away!”Zavier observed Nayla with a face full of doubt, his heart churning between anger and pain. Reluctantly, he took a few steps back, giving Nayla room to dress.“But Nayla, we need to talk-” Zavier began, but Nayla had already cut him off.“There's nothing more to talk about,” Nayla replied in a firm, yet sorrowful tone. “I just want to be by myself right now.”“This divorce has to happen and I'm ready to give Joen to you, what else do you want besides that?”Zavier looked at Nayla who was already lying on the bed with a regretful gaze. Guilt crept up on him, making him feel as if he was the cause of all Nayla's suffering.“Come in,” Nayla said a
“I don't want any more pretense,” Nayla continued firmly.Zavier nodded, respecting Nayla's wishes. “I will give you time. I will wait for you, because I believe we can get through this together.”Zavier leaned in and placed a warm kiss on Nayla's forehead and then kissed the woman's soft lips, but Nayla quickly pushed her body away so there was only a brief kiss.“Go on. I need to rest.”Zavier nodded and left the room obediently.After Zavier left, Nayla glanced at her hand that was attached to an IV drip.“Cuih!” Nayla hissed.“He just wants to win the custody battle!”Meanwhile, Zavier told Mando to leave Nayla's house. He decided to stay at Nayla's house to look after her. He knew that Nayla would not want him in the house, so he decided to sleep on the sofa, outside Nayla's room.***The next day, Zavier woke up with his eyes still a little heavy an
In the bathroom, Nayla could no longer contain her embarrassment as Zavier prepared everything for her. The sound of running water made the silence between them even more pronounced. Nayla tried to avoid Zavier's gaze, but her husband, standing nearby, just smiled.“There's no need to be shy,” Zavier said softly, trying to remove the tension between them. “We are husband and wife. I've seen everything about you, darling!”Nayla felt her face grow hotter at those words. She knew Zavier was trying to make her feel comfortable, but this situation was really embarrassing for her. However, there was also something else-a sense of comfort that came from Zavier's attention. Something he probably hadn't felt in a long time and he had to admit that he missed it all.Zavier remained calm, waiting for Nayla to finish. He knew that even though they had been together for years, there were moments that were always awkward. But underneath it all, he jus
“Aarghh!” Nayla was unable to contain the passion that Zavier had provoked in her continuously.She loved him from the very beginning until this moment. Once again, she let Zavier take control of her and lead her body strangely.All their arguing felt like a futile and foolish thing they did just for the sake of their own egos.“I love you,” Zavier whispered after it was all over. His tired and hungry body drooped limply on top of his wife's.Krukkk! Krukkk!The disgusting sound from his stomach made Zavier feel embarrassed, but he still didn't want to be separated from his embrace of Nayla even though it had been there for hours.Nayla shifted Zavier's body away from her so that he was lying next to her, but still wouldn't let go of his embrace.Krukk! krukkk!“Zavier, you're hungry, why not just order some food?” asked Nayla amusedly.“Hmm, shut up, I still want to hug you. I m
***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