Hearing all the events before him, Xander clutched his chest, which was starting to ache.
The man stared intently at Zavier, hoping the wise son would respond to what was his responsibility.Zavier, who was still trying to find the words to respond to Nayla's question, was silenced by Sefia's confession.His eyes shifted between Nayla and Sefia, trying to understand the implications of what Sefia had just revealed.He felt his heart pounding, like a heavy burden pushing him into a difficult decision. A part of him wanted to reject Sefia's confession, to affirm his love for Nayla. But the other part, the deepest one, felt confused and torn between two conflicting feelings.Meanwhile, Sefia still stood there with a face full of satisfaction. Smiling with triumph.She felt pleased to have positioned herself as the winner in this battle, revealing the truth that she believed would benefit herself. However, behThey both entered the house, accompanied by the sound of rain pattering outside. Although the atmosphere inside the house felt tense and full of uncertainty, at least they felt safe from the storm raging outside.Nayla felt touched by Zavier's protective gesture, but their tranquility was soon disrupted when Zavier's phone rang loudly. They had just entered the house, but an unexpected call from Sefia made the atmosphere tense.Zavier pressed the green button to answer the call."Sefia?" "What happened?" Zavier asked, his voice slightly trembling with the panic that was starting to set in. His hands looked like they were shaking as he held his phone tightly.Nayla also heard bad news over the phone, and her face looked full of worry. "Is something happening to your father?" she asked, trying to catch the conversation. Seeing the gestures shown by Zavier, Nayla guessed that something bad was happening at that moment.Sefia gave a
Zavier closed his eyes, feeling the warmth radiating from Nayla's drenched body. He regretted hurting her heart and promised to try better in the future.The two couples remained embraced under the gradually easing rain. A moment later, Zavier and Nayla faced each other. Their faces, filled with guilt and regret, met in a touching silence.Gently, Zavier lifted Nayla's chin with his fingertips, letting his gaze sink into Nayla's sparkling eyes. Seconds passed in silence, marking the unspoken closeness between them.Without a word, Zavier then placed his lips on Nayla's lips. The kiss was neither quick nor hasty, but slow and full of meaning. Their lips met in a warmth that filled the space between them, awakening a long-buried sparkle of romance.When their lips met, all anxiety and worry seemed to vanish from their minds. They felt a strong wave of emotions flowing from one to the other, bringing peace in the silence of the lo
After Zavier swallowed his medicine, Nayla sat beside him on the sofa, embracing him lovingly. "Should I contact Sefia to ask about your father?" she asked gently.Zavier nodded weakly. "Yes, please." Tell him that the rain is too heavy for us to be there," he said in a soft voice.Nayla nodded in understanding, then took her phone and searched for Sefia's number. She sent a short message to Sefia, inquiring about Zavier's father's condition and informing her that they couldn't come due to the heavy rain. Nayla didn't want to make a direct call because she was afraid unnecessary conversations would happen.After sending the message, Nayla sat back down next to Zavier, hugging him tightly. They both then sat together in silence, waiting for news from Sefia and hoping that Zavier's father's condition would improve soon.Gently, Nayla let Zavier's head rest on her lap. They sat together on the warm bed,
Half an hour passed. Nayla stood beside the bed, confusion still enveloping her mind. She wanted to leave and sleep in another room, giving Zavier the space he needed to rest without interruption. But, as she moved to leave, Zavier's hand suddenly grabbed hers tightly, holding her in place.Zavier, although asleep, still felt Nayla's departure. In a semi-conscious state, he reached for Nayla's hand and pulled her back close to him.Nayla fell back onto the bed and found herself in Zavier's embrace."Zav ..., " Nayla called softly, but it seemed the man was truly asleep.His embrace became tighter, as if he were trying to hold Nayla by his side with all his might.Nayla felt the warm vibrations from Zavier's embrace. Although her heart was still filled with doubt, the vibrations of Zavier's love gently touched her heart. She let herself melt in her husband's embrace, allowing the
Nayla felt slapped by Kayla's words, but she would not give up so easily. She knew that she had to face Xander, at least she had to show her sympathy."I have to talk to him," Nayla said with a determination that surprised even herself. "I just brought some fruit and showed my sympathy."Kayla stared at Nayla stiffly. "You dare to come here and act as if you are innocent." You are the destroyer of our family, Nayla. You don't deserve to be part of this family. Look at what you've done to my Zavier and Xander. The man is lying weakly now!Kayla covered her mouth as if she were holding back tears. In fact, she was just pretending to act out a drama of how broken her heart was.Nayla felt suffocated, but she wouldn't let Kayla's words stop her. With the courage she gathered from within, she stepped forward, challenging the sharp gaze of Zavier's stepmother."I'm sorry for everything
Nayla nodded in agreement, sensing the urgency of the situation. They all realized that time was very precious, and every second was extremely important for Xander. With heavy hearts yet strong determination, they prepared to face the struggles ahead."I actually have a way, but ..." Sefia stopped her sentence and stared deeply at Zavier.Sefia's sudden claim about having a way to help Xander pique Zavier's curiosity.She frowned in confusion, wondering what Sefia could offer that the doctors hadn't already considered."What do you mean?" she asked, her voice sounding with a mix of skepticism and hope.However, Sefia remained mysterious, her expression difficult to read. "You have to come with me to find out," she said, her tone indicating a sense of urgency. "We need to talk somewhere else."Zavier exchanged glances with Nayla, silently conveying their confu
Nayla, the woman he trusted wholeheartedly, was accused of doing something dishonorable by Sefia, even though he knew his ex-girlfriend sitting next to him right now seemed to have hidden motives."Impossible," Zavier hissed, but doubt had found a place within him.Sefia nodded, her expression full of wicked delight. "The facts are right in front of you, Zavier." You can believe it if you want to."Is it possible that I'm making things up and looking for someone who resembles your wife just to deceive you?" "You look drunk," Sefia said, then moved closer to embrace Zavier.Zavier felt the world around him spinning, everything he believed becoming blurry. He wanted to deny the inevitable truth, but the images could not be easily dismissed."You have to trust me, Zavier," Sefia whispered sweetly in Zavier's ear, her voice piercing him like a knife.Her hands st
Zavier could only comply obediently. His body felt weak and his head felt dizzy. Every step felt like an extraordinary effort, and he felt very grateful when they finally reached the bed.However, suddenly Zavier vomited.Nothing could stop the sudden wave of vomit that forced Zavier to wake up. Without warning, he vomited loudly, and most of it splattered on Sefia's clothes and even her face."Ishhh!" Sefia screamed in panic and felt disgusted.Sefia was shocked and stunned by this unexpected event. She raised both her hands in disgust, but also felt compelled to act."Oh my gosh!" "Forced to take a shower!" Sefia exclaimed with amusement.Carefully, she helped Zavier stand and took him to the bathroom, patiently cleaning up his annoying vomit."I'm truly sorry, Sefia," Zavier murmured in a weak voice, his face filled with shame. "I don'
***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