FIRST WIFE REVENGE (I Don'T Love You Anymore)
CHAPTER 82 Waiting for Wife Status to Turn Into Ex
Today I really moved fast. After meeting Delan and submitting the divorce papers so that he immediately signed it.
Although the response was as I expected, I waited for the return of Mama Tasya and also Lady Navisha. Herdilan's second wife.
It turns out that the two women of different generations are already very familiar with each other.
The two went home together in one car. Clutching each other and laughing widely. Seriously engrossed together with exciting chatter, it seems.
Two women who are both shameless!
Mama Tasya was surprised to see me sitting casually in her cozy living room.
"Vi-Viona..."
"Please tell Delan, Ma! Sign the divorce papers immediately. Vio won't trouble you all. Won't deal anymore. Just papa Bambang's house and Mama's boutique that Vio took! Little right? Think of it as a gono-gini treasure for Viona!"
I came out after delivering a message with a flat face.
"Viohina,...Viona wait!"
Mama Tasya chased me. He hugged my body from behind. The sound of his sobs and his sad breath hit my back neck.
I'm quiet not shaking. Just a teardrop of my disappointment at him.
Mama Tasya's...
What I used to think was a wingless angel. Sweet beautiful, white clean not much stain.
Apparently.behind the beauty of the face and body makeup as a former artist who is so existent to maintain his body goals. Stored cull nature also envies a very large envy to his own cousin.
"I'm sorry Mama, yes Vi! Hik hik hicks..."
"Vio loved Mama so much! Very admiring the good nature of Mama is also a hard worker who is tenacious in building a business until it becomes big. Unsuspectedly... Mama was able to be so relaxed to allow Delan to marry again just because the second woman was a talent artist Mama!"
"It's not so, Vi! You misrepresented it."
"What's? What other reason is there, other than because of the status of the Lady who is now the second? Just like Mama?"
"Then???"
"I'm sorry if Mama let you down! But because Mama is always weak if you remember the sad life of Lady who bullied her uncle. It also turns out that Lady is pregnant with Delan's child, Vi! That's all!"
"That's it?? Then Mama is more empathetic to the suffering of the woman, than with Viona who has been an official partner of Delan? He's only been three months with Delan! And just because she's carrying a baby that she said was Delan's son and then Mama was more on her side?"
"Of course Mama's on your side!"
"Party but fully support the marriage of Lady and mas Delan?"
"That's because Mama didn't want Delan's son to be an illegitimate child, Vio! That's why Mama agreed to their wedding! For the innocent child to be born! Please. understand Viona!"
"Vio understand, Ma! But what Vio did not think... Mama can enjoy chatting, joking with Vio honey without thinking about Vio's feelings!"
I wept. Mama is so stubborn. I want to understand that he also has a love for me.
Completely confused the attitude he took.
"Because you used to feel what Lady feels now, don't you?"
Mama turned her eyes towards me. Round, sharp and rippling full of gloom.
Bingo! I'm really beating his heart right now!
"Mama was in Lady's position now khan? Hence insisting in silence fully support Herdilan's misdeeds by marrying another woman without Vio's knowledge!"
"Dwarf is a misstep! But will the baby who will be born later have to bear the sins and burdens of the misdeeds of his parents? What should you do if you are in your position? Huh uh?... Abort the Lady's womb, add to the sin of killing innocent lives? Or... or how? Mama should how's Viona?"
The middle-aged woman was screaming hysterically. He is now in a depression phase. But I hate it. I was hurt and chose to leave him screaming like a madman.
Let the daughter-in-law just learn to calm Tasya's mom. Let the Lady know, the childish nature of her in-laws if she is angry blindly.
I am no longer a son-in-law. But ex-daughter-in-law. Just waiting for Herdilan to put a signature on his name. Then my status changed from wife to ex.
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