All Chapters of Unrequited Love: I want a divorce from you!: Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

Sefia was combing her hair, smiling sweetly in the mirror, then turned around and returned Zavier's embrace affectionately. She brought her face closer, about to kiss her husband, but suddenly Zavier gently refused. He turned his face away, making Sefia stop in place. “Zavier, what's wrong?” Sefia asked, her voice shaking between anger and disappointment. “You're always like this... why?” Zavier sighed, confused by what he was feeling. Logically, he knew that the woman who was holding him right now was the woman he had missed for months, the woman he loved. Yet, somehow, his feelings did not align with the reality before his eyes. That face, that body, belonged to his wife-yet something inside him refused to come any closer, let alone kiss her. “I'm... tired, Sefia,” Zavier replied softly, trying to come up with an acceptable excuse. “It's been a hard day. I just needed some time

“Well, you know, Brother Fernando. I just wanted to see him again, I think there was a misunderstanding about the phone number,” Joen said with a chuckle, but Fernando could sense a little unease in his brother's heart. “Don't you like apple pie too? Our father loves it too, and that recipe looks better,” Joen continued, trying to convince his brother. “Aren't there lots of recipes on the internet? Why don't you look them up?” Joen shook his head and scowled, “inherited recipes must taste different from the common recipes on the internet!” “If you don't want to accompany me, that's fine,” Joen said and with her lips still pursed, she turned around and was about to return to her room, but Fernando quickly pulled her away so that the little girl fell into his lap again. “Yes, yes. Brother will accompany you tomorrow.

The long-awaited day finally arrived for Sara and Joen. An unplanned coincidence was that Sefia and Zavier had to attend a business meeting out of town for a few days. This was certainly a golden opportunity for Sara to realize her plans without any obstacles from Joen's family. Sefia wouldn't be around to interfere or suspect anything, especially since it was Fernando who meticulously organized everything. Fernando, who had noticed the strangeness in Joen and Sara's relationship, had started to notice the movements of the strange woman who seemed eager to get close to Joen with just a few baking recipes. However, Fernando chose not to mention it, especially since Joen seemed happy and unsuspecting of anything. Sara had prepared well, arriving on time to Joen's house, bringing some extra ingredients for the apple pie they were going to make together, and had also copied some othe

However, Nayla just stared at her blankly, not understanding what was being asked. “No, I don't want to,” she replied softly, but with clear refusal. She felt trapped in a body she didn't fully recognize, and Bram's commands felt increasingly oppressive. “I'm a painter and look, is it pretty?” Bram looked down at the canvas that contained only rough scribbles. It was no good at all and he knew full well that being a painter was his sentence, Nayla had absolutely no talent in painting anything! Anger began to simmer inside Bram. He felt as if he was facing a wall that he couldn't break through. “Nadia, this is not the time to refuse. You need to take care of your hygiene and health! You are so dirty!” his voice began to rise. Nayla, already in a fragile mental state, began to feel depressed. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to avoid her

An hour later, Sara arrived at the bus station, and she had to take a motorcycle taxi to get to Bram's house. Sara arrived home and the atmosphere of the big house was still as quiet as ever. When Sara opened the door to the room in the corner of the house where Nayla lived, the atmosphere was strange. The light from the wind-deceived curtains made everything look faint without the light of the room lamp. She immediately saw Nayla, lying on the bed with a pale face. The dinner plate next to her was still full, untouched. Sara immediately sensed something was wrong. “Mrs. Nadia?” she called softly, trying not to make a scene, but her heart was already full of anxiety. Nayla's eyes slowly opened, and the moment she saw Sara, her body suddenly shook. Without waiting any longer, Nayla ran to her, hugging her tightly as if she didn't want to let go. Sara returned the hug, trying to calm Nayla