My wife Slave of Lust

Goodbye

The waves of anger inside my chest were actually still demanding a brutal release. However, I still thought of my son who was now stretched out in a basket.

Instantly my consciousness returned to greet, and my body reflexively approached and carried it. I will not look at the two immoral men. With Ibram in his arms, I set foot to leave the room that had been a silent witness to my wife's betrayal.

A flash of evil thoughts etched through the mind. When did they start this relationship? How many times have they printed behind me as long as I'm not on the side? How many intimate relationships have they had? Ah, thinking about it makes me come back frustrated.

How stupid of me to not be able to read a situation. How stupid of me who can't smell the scent of an affair that has been hidden. How naive I have always thought that my loyalty would also be contracted to the idol.

However, today everything was clearly plastered with no one to suspect anymore. Vida has completely erased the trust I've been giving. He has carved out the worst-rated red ink throughout our journey. Today too, all the good memories that we have passed, dragged the wave of love triangles that he had started either since when, I do not know for sure.

I'm disappointed.

I'm ill.

I feel wasted right now.

Remembering the sweet scene they were performing earlier, it broke my heart into pieces. I can't believe the woman I've been in love with all this time, I watered with the luxury of life and all the affection, stabbing me in the back.

The wife that I considered the most obedient figure and accepted my shortcomings as they were, turned out to keep millions of secrets, behind her silence. I thought he was happy all along. Sometimes I hurt her too. However, I did not expect this to be the payoff. It hurts so much God.

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"Are you sure that the baby you're holding is your flesh and blood?"

DEG

My heart suddenly felt gritty when I heard her words that had the meaning of sarcasm. I still haven't had time to turn my body around. My heart and mind this time seemed to be arguing between wanting to be affected or still maintaining the stronghold of belief.

"Vazo ...!"

Suddenly Vida's voice boomed all over the room. The clash implies meaning as if it does not accept what the lover is saying. That way, I can also find out the name behind the face of a man who has become a fierce rival, who has been hiding behind the scenes.

"Honey .. don't mind what he said. Vazo said nonsense. Ibram is our son, the fruit of our love" Vida said in a swirl of emotions. I know, she still hopes that I can keep my trust in her even if it's a fingernail.

Makes me believe that this baby is my flesh and blood. However, it wasn't because of her babbling that made me believe. Because I have my own belief that Ibram is my son. My flesh-blood.

"This is the path you chose, Vida. Don't blame me, if you never see Ibram again. Because I don't want my son to know how bad the woman who gave birth to him is."

After saying the dialogue. I rushed straight down the stairs. Vida seemed to be chasing me from behind, shouting my name and her son. But my steps did not stop. My only goal right now is to quickly get out of this house and bury all the memories that were once engraved between the two of us.