“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
Outside the taxi door, Nayla clutched her bag tightly, trying to calm her racing heart. “Wait for me, Zavier,” she whispered, determination shining in her eyes. “I will come back to you. And this time, I won't let anyone separate us.”Nayla took a step away from the taxi and ran towards the entrance.“Why did you come back?” a reporter asked.“Do you still want to continue the fight with Ms. Sefia?”“Madam, please give us information!”“How is Mr. Zavier doing?”“Is he going to die?”The last question Nayla heard, made her stop her steps and turn her head, looking at the reporter who had asked earlier.Nayla felt uncomfortable with the mini microphone being thrust at her. News-hungry reporters would want all the information they could get.“She will recover! She won't die!” Nayla exclaimed, ”and you can start recording.
Nayla did not back down. She took a deep breath, looking at Sefia with a determined gaze. “We'll see, Sefia. I will never give up. I will protect the people I love, no matter what!” she replied firmly.A nurse immediately exclaimed, “Mrs. Nayla, there are so many reporters filming, this could ruin your reputation.”Nayla paused for a moment to tidy up her messy clothes and hair. “I don't need a reputation anymore when the man who loves me is risking his life just because of the heinous deeds of the scheming woman who became his second wife by various means!”The reporters drew closer, trying to catch every word and movement, while the security guards finally managed to separate them.“You should divorce Zavier and give him back to me, the legal wife he never divorced!” Nayla shot a glare at Sefia as she spoke her words clearly for the reporters to witness and take notes.Still trembling with rage, Nay
Sefia, over Bayu's shoulder, felt humiliated and shamed in public. But even though she tried to keep screaming and struggling, Bayu's strong body gave her no chance to escape. He held back the anger burning in his chest, trying to think about what his next move would be.Meanwhile, Bayu only wanted one thing - to end this drama as soon as possible before things got worse.Sefia was the woman he loved. He would do everything just to calm her down.Arriving at the front of the car, Bayu opened the door with one hand and put the struggling Sefia in.“You bastard! Let me go, I want to wait for Zavier!”Bayu tightened Sefia's seat belt roughly, making Sefia gasp in shock. Behind the car, the reporters were still chasing after her with their cameras flashing, trying to capture every moment. Without thinking, Bayu pulled Sefia close and kissed her hard on the lips. It was a dominating kiss, full of pressure, as if it was a warning.&ldq
Bayu led the way to a yacht waiting at the dock. The yacht looked luxurious, glistening in the twilight sun. Wordlessly, Bayu helped Sefia onto the boat, holding her hand tightly, as if he didn't want to let go. The sea breeze gently blew Sefia's hair, making the atmosphere feel even more dramatic.Arriving on the yacht, Bayu immediately instructed the crew to set sail. The ship's engine roared, sending them slowly away from land. They both stood on the deck, the fresh sea breeze blowing against their faces. Bayu occasionally glanced at Sefia who remained silent with unreadable eyes.“You still like the sea, don't you?” Bayu asked, his voice trying to sound light. He hoped his question would break the tense atmosphere between them.Sefia just nodded briefly without turning her head. “What's your plan, Bayu? Take me to the middle of the sea and throw me there?” she asked in a sarcastic tone, trying to hide her growing anxiety.Bayu
Bayu approached, his face a little more serious now. “No fooling around,” he said quietly, ”I did all this to show you that I can do anything for us. I worked hard to earn this money, to prove something to you.”“Bayu, don't make me angry,” Sefia warned, her eyes narrowing further. “What did you do to get this money?”Bayu sighed and brought his face closer to Sefia's, his tone lower, almost a whisper, “I had to borrow from someone... someone I probably shouldn't have approached. But I had no other choice. I want you to see that I can do anything... for us.”Sefia fell silent, feelings of anger and fear clashing in her heart. “You're crazy,” she muttered. “Do you know what you're risking?”Bayu just stared at her with a stern, hard gaze. “I know, Sefia. But I'll risk anything... just for one more chance with you.”Suddenly, the sea breeze blew stronger,
After struggling for half an hour, Sefia suddenly sat on Bayu's stomach. Seeing this, Bayu's arousal was even more provoked.“Ahh, Baby. You want to be on top?”Sefia purred, forming a knotted smile on her lips.“I want you to pay for today. Are you still willing to do something to please me?”Bayu looked at Sefia with an addictive gaze and tried to grab the woman by grasping her waist tightly.“What else do you want, Sefia? Tell me!” Bayu raised his body to kiss Sefia but once again she pressed his shoulder.“Hufht!”“I want to avenge this. Look at my face that she scratched!”Bayu stroked Sefia's cheek gently, “It's not a big wound. You'll get better, sweetheart.”Bayu raised his body again, about to kiss Sefia but once again she pressed his shoulder with her hand.“Listen first!”“You have to burn him, and... I-&rdq
***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