
After that night, Dave's life was completely hollow. The woman he loved had now left him, carrying his flesh and blood with her.
Dismissed his plans and hopes in finding a future with the woman. Live happily with their handsome and beautiful children, and spend the rest of their lives with them.
But all he could not accomplish was due to his bleak past. He did not deserve to be with that untouchable woman. Sapphira is too holy for her who is dirty and cheap.
It had been a month since Sapphira was forcibly taken from him. Dave was pensive in a room full of memories with Safira.
Five more months of things going on in this room. Sapphira's laughter and cries, even ******full of pleasure as she brought Sapphira into an exciting erotic atmosphere, still vividly remembered in her memory.
Dave's still wearing his work shirt, and disheveled. Even though it was late afternoon, he came home early. All this because of the longing that mounted on his woman, making him abandon his job.
Dave picked up the Sapphira dress he often wore. A pregnant dress with a lily motif that Dave gifted a few months ago.
He inhaled deeply the scent that was still left on the shirt. The aroma of Sapphira that always made him drunk. It feels very pleasant, and at least that miss is lessened.
"How are you, baby? How are you doing now? Did you get up and look for me? Why is there still no news? You don't miss me?" the man was monologuing himself, while lamenting the photo in the frame, Safira was with herself who was hugging her affectionately.
"Your womb is seven months old. We should have taken control of the doctor today." said the man.
That's what Dave's been doing for a month. Come home early and remember the times with his woman in this room. There was nothing meaningful that he did. His mind was on Sapphira and Safira forever.
Managing his company that he started from scratch, Dave is not excited anymore. Luckily Ardon, his best friend helped him prop up his company from falling. He has worked hard to build his company.
Dave came out of his room after getting a call from his men. The man pulled out the black range rover he used to wear with Safira from the garage, then plugged gas through the city streets.
Dave talked to them briefly, then one of the guards took him inside the house.
The atmosphere in the house was very quiet and dark. When the lights were turned on, a girl was tied to a chair in the middle of the room.
The girl was asleep, but when she heard Dave coming, she woke up. The girl's mouth was smothered with a piece of cloth.
The girl's bead widened when she saw Dave in front of her. The girl screamed, but she was in trouble.
Dave approached the girl slowly, his eyes staring intently at the woman who was his past.
"Alice!" the man's baritone voice echoed inside the room.
That girl is Alice. The woman who almost became Dave's wife, now looks pathetic.
"How dare you touch my son and my woman!"
A firearm Dave pointed right at the girl's head.
Dave doesn't like to mingle with his opponent. Including Alice who has dared to harm the woman she loves and her flesh and blood, no matter how their relationship used to be.
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