Amidst the chaos, Sefia stood amongst the crowd, watching everything with a flat expression.
She saw how her plan had worked, even though the outcome was not what she had envisioned. Instead of Nayla being crushed, it was Zavier who was the victim.His heart was broken, as the man still gave his last life for Nayla.His love never existed for Sefia at all. Sefia looked at them with mixed feelings and eyes full of red sclera.After witnessing the horrific event, Sefia felt something she had never imagined before-a feeling of guilt so strong that it shook her entire being.“Zavier, I don't want to lose you,” she murmured in a small, worried voice.Normally cold and calculating, she was now on the verge of an emotional meltdown. Her mind was filled with images of Zavier lying helplessly on the stage, with Nayla's hysterical screams still ringing in her ears.It all came across like a long nightmare, but this was what was happNo, Bayu! I was wrong! I made this decision! I'm the one who ordered you! I should never have done this!” Sefia shouted between sobs, her voice filled with deep regret.Bayu could only hug Sefia tighter, letting the woman who was usually so strong and resilient cry in his arms. He didn't know what else to say. He knew that no words could erase the feelings of guilt that were so deep in Sefia's heart.“Go inside first and calm yourself down.”Gently, she led Sefia into her house.Time seemed to stop for both of them. There was only the sound of Sefia's crying that filled the air around them. Sefia felt like her whole world was collapsing. Everything she had planned, all her ambitions, now felt so empty. She felt like she had lost everything-especially herself.“What have I done, Bayu?” Sefia whispered between her tears. “I've ruined my own life. I've lost Zavier... I've lost everything...”Bayu let out a long bre
Bayu raised an eyebrow, confused. “Going where?”“To the hospital,” Sefia replied in a definite tone while trying to get up from the bed. “I have to see Zavier. I can't stay here any longer.”Bayu shook his head, rushing over to her and holding her shoulders. “Are you crazy? Look at yourself, you have a high fever! You can barely even stand up straight!”Sefia ignored him, forcing herself up, but her body faltered. Her vision swam for a moment, and she almost fell if Bayu didn't hold her up.Sefia furrowed her brow as she realized that her lower body was also in pain, she turned to Bayu with an annoyed look on her face.“You're taking advantage of an opportunity when I'm in pain like this?!” Sefia screeched and kicked the man once more with her foot, sending Bayu crashing to the floor.“Aooww!” screeched Sefia holding her waist which felt crushed. She didn't realize how
Sefia nodded slowly, trying to accept the fact that she had to take care of herself first. She felt the warmth of the tea flowing into her body, gradually reducing the coldness and trembling that had been haunting her.“Thank you, Bayu,” Sefia said finally, in a calmer voice.Bayu just smiled, not saying anything more. He knew his words were enough. The important thing now was to make sure Sefia recovered, so they could face all this together.They both fell silent, enjoying being together in the silence of the morning, while the world outside continued to spin with all its problems.Meanwhile, at the hospital, Zavier was undergoing a surgery that lasted a very long time. The operating room was filled with a tense atmosphere. Bright lights shone on the operating table, illuminating the medical team who worked with great focus and precision. The sound of the monitors ringing regularly seemed to follow the rhythm of the doctors' he
“I've failed twice already, being tricked by Sefia and this time, I have to be by her side every second!”“I don't want Zavier to wake up and Sefia to reappear and all these misunderstandings to get even more complicated!”Mando just nodded slowly, understanding Nayla's persistence. “In that case, I'll stay here with you. At least you won't be waiting alone,” she said as she stood beside Nayla.Time passed slowly, minutes felt like hours. The tension was heightened when a doctor came out of the operating room for the second time, wearing a mask and a green uniform full of seriousness. Nayla rushed over, her face filled with anxiety.“Doctor, how is she?” Nayla asked quickly, her voice soft but hopeful.The doctor took a deep breath before answering. “Her condition is still critical, Ms. Nayla. We've done the main procedure to stop the bleeding, but we have to wait and see how his body responds. This is a
He could no longer restrain himself. “Bayu, I need to know how he is!” she said in a slightly trembling voice.Bayu let out a long breath. “Sefia, you're not strong yet,” he replied gently but firmly. “I understand, you're worried. But you have to recover first.”However, Sefia didn't want to listen. “I'll call the hospital,” she said as she reached for her cell phone. Her hands were shaking slightly, indicating how strong her emotions were at the moment.After a few dial tones, the phone was picked up by a nurse. “Hello, this is the hospital's surgical unit. How can we help you?” the voice on the other side sounded formal.Sefia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. “I'm Sefia, the family of Zavier who is in surgery. I would like to know how he is doing.”The nurse was silent for a moment before replying, “The surgery is still ongoing, Ms. Sefia. His condition
“She's happy with me, with us. Fernando and Joen too. You... you're not needed!” Sefia exclaimed.Nayla swallowed, trying to hold back the emotions that were beginning to boil inside her. “You know nothing about us, Sefia,” she said in a cold tone. “I love Zavier with all my soul, and I know he loves me too. Love isn't just about being happy, it's also about fighting through the storms together.”Sefia snorted, staring at Nayla with uncontrollable anger. “Fighting together? Or are you just forcing her to fight alone?!” She pointed a finger at Nayla, her voice full of accusation.“You're selfish, Nayla! You only want to keep her for yourself, even if it means she has to get hurt.”Nayla felt the heat on her cheeks, but she did not back down. “I'm here because I love her, Sefia. Not because I want to make him suffer.”“If you love him,” Sefia replied in a trembl
A few minutes of eternal silence made it seem as if they were in a different world.Bayu decided to step a little further away from them and took out a cigarette and lit it. Smoke billowed from his thin lips.Bayu looked up, seeing the smoke dancing before him as if it could explain the meaning of his being there and waiting for Zavier's news, or waiting for his death?Sefia looked at Bayu who looked masculine as a man without flaws. His good looks and masculinity were only surpassed by Zavier's because they were born into families of different statuses.Bayu was just the son of an ordinary clerk, while Zavier was already born into a conglomerate family.Sefia suddenly remembered a photo sent by Bayu a few days ago. In the photo, Zavier was seen on the stage ceiling, checking the spotlights before the concert began. A cunning idea crossed her mind, and without thinking, she approached Bayu who was smoking in the corner of the hospital.&ld
“Then believe what you want to believe,” Sefia cut in sharply. “But look at the reality. Maybe it's time for you to go and leave all this behind.”“What else do you want to make clear? I feel like you guys are just wasting your time!”Sefia's words were like daggers piercing into Nayla's heart. Nayla felt her legs give way, her body wavering.Sefia knew that she had succeeded in shaking Nayla's confidence. She smiled triumphantly as Nayla turned around slowly, her face looking blank and heartbroken.Nayla sat listlessly with her eyes full, staring blankly at the closed surgery door.A few moments of silence that seemed eternal and with heavy steps, Nayla stood up. Wordlessly, she began to walk away. Each step felt harder and harder, as if a weight was pulling her back. But Sefia's voice kept ringing in her head. That cunning and poisonous whisper, which claimed that Zavier, the man she loved, might have actually planned th
***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