Xander shot Zavier a sharp glance, seeking an answer to his question. His eyes were filled with worry, showing that he was very concerned about this complicated situation.
While Zavier was lost in his own thoughts. The man fell silent, his tongue felt numb.
"Do you know that Nayla has returned to Bogor alone?" Xander asked again, his voice slightly trembling with the emotion contained within.
Zavier was taken aback by the question. He didn't know how to explain this complicated situation to Xander. His heart was filled with feelings of guilt.
"Is she back alone?"
"Forgive me, Dad."
"I didn't know that Nayla had returned to Bogor," Zavier replied with a trembling voice. He felt overwhelmed by the responsibilities he had to face.
Xander looked at Zavier with an expression full of disappointment. "You need to see Nayla immediately and talk to her about this. She should
Nayla responded to the call with a cold voice. "What do you want, Zavier?" she asked sharply, not hiding her displeasure.Zavier, though taken aback by Nayla's harsh tone, tried to maintain his composure. "Why did you leave again?" Haven't we already agreed on our plan to maintain Daddy's health condition?" he asked, trying to stay calm despite feeling pierced by Nayla's sarcasm.Nayla couldn't hold back her sarcasm. "You'd better focus on taking care of Sefia. After all, we're still going to get divorced," she said, her voice filled with disappointment."I think, Daddy's health is not more important than Sefia's health," she continued.Hearing that sarcasm, Zavier paused for a moment. "Nayla, I..." Zavier tried to explain, but Nayla cut him off immediately."No need for explanations, Zavier. Don't waste anyone's credit on the phone you're using to call me."
Zavier was immersed in the silence of the room. There was no one there. He began to feel the emptiness enveloping him, hollow without Nayla's presence beside him. His feelings were torn between the desire to end their argument and his inability to express his feelings clearly to Nayla.Zavier walked towards the living room, where he often saw Nayla sitting gracefully on the sofa, waiting for his arrival. The woman was always very diligent and had already finished her housework. However, this time, the chair was empty, and it only imagined the shadow of loneliness that tormented her heart.He sat on the sofa, trying to understand what he was really feeling. A sense of anxiety and emptiness overwhelmed her, making her long for dinner together even more, despite the atmosphere always being cold with little conversation. But Nayla was always there with a warm smile.As he looked around the silent house, Zavier felt increasin
Nayla and Michael were stunned to hear what the younger sibling said. The tone of expulsion towards Michael was very clear. This, of course, made Nayla feel embarrassed and reluctant. However, Nayla quickly changed the subject.Nayla nodded. "Sorry, Michael, you know, we all have to support each other. I'm sure you will succeed in this new task."They continued their conversation while enjoying the food prepared by Michael. Although Nayla tried to remain cheerful in front of him, the feelings of embarrassment and awkwardness continued to disturb her heart.After a while, Nayla found herself increasingly captivated by Michael's charm. She felt comfortable near the man, and little by little, her awkwardness began to fade.Meanwhile, in the bathroom, behind her tired face, Nadira felt a bit uncomfortable with Michael's presence. She felt that there was something unusual about this situation, but she wasn't sure what.Nadira stepped out of the bathroom and coldly stared at the two people
A simple reaction, yet it felt very embarrassing for Nayla. But she had to do something immediately to help her younger sibling."Found it!" she exclaimed joyfully, then pressed the unlock button.Beep beep!The left and right lights on the luxurious black car blinked, indicating that the car's 'autolock' had been released, and Nayla immediately opened the car door.After Nadira was carefully placed in the back seat of the car, Michael quickly drove towards the hospital. Nayla sat in the back, resting Nadira's head on her lap.During the tense journey to the hospital, Nadira closed her eyes, trying to overcome the nausea and weakness that overwhelmed her.Michael focused on the road, trying to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. Occasionally, he glanced at the two women with a tense expression.He doesn't know what feeling is over
Michael nodded in understanding. "I will stay here, Zavier," he said humbly.Unexpectedly, Zavier grabbed Nayla's hand to follow him."Uh ... "Nayla was surprised when Zavier firmly pulled her hand. She awkwardly broke free from Michael's confused gaze and followed Zavier with heavy steps, feeling bewildered by this sudden turn of events."Zav, I have to wait for Nadira, where are we going?"asked Nayla, trying to find out what Zavier wanted to say.Zavier only lifted the corner of his mouth, without a word. His steps hurriedly led him out of the crowded hospital corridor, leaving Michael and the crowd in the waiting room.Nayla tried to catch up with Zavier, seeking to understand the reason behind his sudden actions. The man gripped her hand tightly."Zavier, wait a moment, what's wrong?" M-my hand hurts being pulled like this!"&
"Mr. Zavier, Mrs. Nayla, welcome back," Head Maid Martha greeted respectfully, a middle-aged woman introducing herself as the head maid, bowing slightly, followed by the maids behind her.Nayla fell silent, her eyes widening in confusion. "What is all this?" she murmured softly, more to herself than to Zavier.Zavier nodded with a smile, trying to calm Nayla. "This is a little surprise for you.""I want to change your mood a little after your long day of running away," he explained, his voice warm yet still sounding a bit cold."Didn't I just tell you that I would give you something you've never had before?"Nayla remained silent, trying to process everything that was happening. She never imagined that Zavier would do something like this, especially after all the tension they had experienced lately.But amidst the surprise, a glimmer of hope emerged in her heart, remembering that Zavier still cared for her. Will this atmosphere mend her heart and once again shower her with bubbles of
A moment later, the sound of a knock on the door broke Nayla's reverie. The woman hurriedly wiped her cheeks and then stepped forward to open the door. The Head Servant, along with two other servants behind her, bowed their heads respectfully. "We are delivering the food you ordered, Ma'am," said Marta politely."Come in." A trolley filled with food was brought in and served on the coffee table inside the luxurious room. Nayla was not interested in the food that was served. She was more interested in looking at other photos scrolling through the photo gallery on Zavier's laptop."Close the door when you leave," Nayla said.Just as the door closed, Zavier came out of the bathroom, smelling good and with a towel wrapped around his waist."What are you looking at?" Zavier asked, then hurriedly approached his laptop."You two are so intimate," Nayla said in a melancholic tone. Her swollen eyes glanced at Zavier's chiseled abs, which were standing in front of her at that moment. The ma
But, the presence of Zavier and the unspoken warmth between them always managed to dispel that doubt. With a pounding heart, Nayla quickly prepared to attend the dinner event with her husband.Nayla held the beautiful dress in her hands, feeling the soft fabric touch her fingers. The dress had an elegant cut, with sparkling sequins that added a touch of luxury. When she wore it, the dress glided gently over her body, perfectly adjusting to every curve. The white color made her look elegant and enchanting.Zavier couldn't stop staring at Nayla in awe as she stepped out of the bathroom and stood before him, showcasing her stunning beauty."She really is so beautiful," he murmured to himself in admiration, his eyes unable to look away from his wife's natural beauty, but he didn't want to show his reaction. A smile appeared on the face of the cold man, then he went to put on his tuxedo with an indifferent attitude.Nayla smiled shyly, feeling warm from the mysterious gaze of her seeming
***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