Marriage for Revenge
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“Why ha? Why?” Fabian looked at Nesya with a hard-to-understand look, obviously he was disappointed when he found out that his best friend was pregnant who he thought was single. His hopes of becoming Nesya's partner instantly faded away.

“A-me..” Nesya was unable to continue her words, the girl still continued to cry. He was confused between being happy or sad.

“Tell me everything, aren't we best friends?” the young man began to be able to control his ego, a great sense of disappointment but could not beat the love that had been firmly planted in his heart in the beautiful girl, Fabian embraced the tiny body that was fragile, clutching it in comfort, letting the young mother-to-be spill her grief.

With tears in his eyes, Nesya told him everything, a string of sentences that contained deep meaning, describing how distressed Nesya had been. Wailing that sounded heartbreaking, like thousands of arrows that hit his body, it felt like he was no longer able to live his next day.

“Where is my fault? Say, Bian!!” nesya shouted, still as unwilling as even to the point of difficulty breathing, the girl shook Fabian's shoulder.

While the man, he was still fixated on Nesya's story, apparently he was wrong to suspect, the girl of his heart turned out to have been tied to a man in a marriage, more precisely forced marriage. A moment later, he regained his senses when Nesya was no longer there.

Walking in an uncertain direction, occasionally stroking his stomach that felt hungry, his footsteps led to a whitewashed house with countless breadth, Nesya smiled bitterly, and she was still very happy, his eyes squinted at a luxury car parked in his yard. Upon entering the mansion, she again had to swallow a bitter pill to see her husband embrace a woman whom Nesya knew had been romantically involved with Fariz.

His chest rumbled, wanting to feel like he was protesting with a destiny that seemed to never get tired of playing tricks on him, assuming that today was an unlucky day. Various kinds of unexpected events had happened within just one day. Now that Nesya had completely lost hope, the greater the hatred that was directed at Fariz. Apparently a little bit of his love is not able to quell the hatred and revenge that has been tempestuous.

Not wanting to be discovered, Nesya left the house with a raging feeling. Walking a little hastily, the girl did not want her departure to be known to Fariz. This time he did not play games, it was enough for him to give Fariz a chance to improve, but in fact it was in vain. Nesya's patience is exhausted, he is an ordinary man, not perfect but should not be treated arbitrarily.

“I was hungry, but I did not bring any money.” the girl bent her face, she chose to shelter under a big tree because she felt tired from walking far enough.

“Eat..” a hand appears to be thrusting food at Nesya.

Nesya looked up, her neutrals glaring in disbelief, seeing her husband's men with their annoying faces looking at her in a dick.

“What the hell are you, everywhere!”

“Man,” replied Radit briefly, densely, and clearly.

“Huwaaa..” I don't know what wind, Nesya cried loudly making them the center of attention. He was annoyed at having to walk as far as possible, but the real single man easily found him.

Not wanting to trigger things that are not desirable, Radit raised the wife of Alfarizki. Taking him into the car then drove his car, but he braked suddenly when Nesya asked for something impossible if she did.

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