Unrequited Love: I want a divorce from you! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

Sefia could only cry in anguish. Her tears flowed freely, revealing the pain she had been holding back. She loved Zavier, but she felt that she no longer recognized the man who was now standing in front of her. She missed the caring and affectionate Zavier, not the cold man who was always looking for reasons to stay away. Sefia sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees, trying to hold back sobs. She knew that Zavier was under a lot of pressure, but she also needed his support and presence. The night was long and lonely, with only soft sobs accompanying the silence. Sefia hugged herself and continued to cry on the cold, lonely luxury bed in eternal silence. Zavier drove his car at a steady pace back to the office that had become his second home. What he saw when Sefia took off her nightgown managed to make him think of Nayla again. She was like an addiction to him.&nbs

The journey to the airport felt like a long nightmare for Zavier. Every kilometer he traveled, he felt further away from his family, but closer to the answers he had been searching for. The beautiful scenery outside the car window couldn't take away the guilt that kept haunting his mind. While at home, Sefia tried to cry hard in the luxurious room that felt lonely, she had to go back to living her days without Zavier. The pain and disappointment weighed heavily on her heart. Fernando, who saw his mother crying as he walked into the room, felt even angrier at his father. Fernando immediately approached Sefia. "Mama, why isn't your first wife dead yet? Why is she still in our lives?" he asked in a voice full of confusion and anger. Sefia was unable to answer him. The question was too painful and complicated to answer because she also had the same question. She could only cry harder

Nayla looked at Zavier with eyes full of mixed emotions. “Zavier... what are you doing here?” her voice trembled between anger and shock.Michael, who seemed confused by the situation, pulled Nayla closer and then approached Joen. “What happened here? Joen, are you okay?” he asked in a stern tone as he put his arm around the little girl and picked her up.“Papa, the balloon flew away, wusshhh” Joen pointed his index finger at the sky.Zavier was speechless. His heart was filled with various feelings: happiness at finally finding Nayla, guilt at having left his family, and confusion at seeing Nayla with Michael and a little boy. The little girl named Joen didn't look as normal as other children.The little girl also called Michael ‘Papa’.Joen looked at Zavier curiously, but for a moment, his gaze turned to another direction and then back to Zavier.A moment l

Arriving home, Zavier felt as if the world had collapsed around him. His head felt swirling and jetlagged.Cahyo helped Zavier out of the car and led him into his apartment. "Mr. Zavier, rest. You need time to heal this wound."Zavier only nodded weakly. His vision was a little blurry and his ears were ringing constantly. He walked towards his bedroom, but his steps stopped in front of Fernando's bedroom door. He looked at his son who was sleeping peacefully, his innocent face reminding him of how much he had missed.Zavier's tears flowed even harder. He felt such deep regret. "Fernando... I'm sorry," he whispered, hoping his son could hear even though he knew it was impossible.Zavier then went into his room and collapsed on the edge of the bed. He felt an overwhelming emptiness. His broken heart seemed irreparable. He stared at the ceiling, hoping for a miracle that could change everything. All this time, Zavier had not shared a room with Sefia.He felt alienated from his own wife,

Sefia and Fernando had Zavier in the house, but not the man's soul.When he slept at night, Zavier was like an exhausted robot and just slept in place, with no intention of having a nightly conversation with Sefia let alone intercourse.Sefia felt a feeling that tormented her because it had been more than six years and the man who was her husband had never even touched her. Not even a 'goodnight kiss'.They always ate together, but Zavier ate like he had to. There was no life in Zavier's eyes.There was no passion of happiness at all. The man had become very flat and cold. Sefia felt a sense of loneliness as he sat beside her while watching Fernando's performance in the martial arts competition, but Zavier's soul was impassive.At the office, Zavier was often seen standing alone in front of the window, gazing at the cityscape that now seemed so foreign and cold. He doesn't speak much, giving only short, unemotional answers when his staff try to talk to him.“I want the latest financia