Revenge Fat Wife
No Sorry to you
Anggi turned his head, surprised to see the woman with a pearl-dressed bun circling. Her satin blue dress glittered in tune with the inherent luster of pearl jewelry. Her steps were gracefully classy, elegant even though she was reprimanding the woman who was insulating her marriage. The woman's gaze was calm, but like a dagger pierced the veins of Anggi.
"Bu Riska ...," Anggi murmured while taking a step back. Anggi felt very intimidated. Very very.
"It's good that you know me, Anggi. So you know who my husband is, right?" Riska's smile was full of mystery. Behind Riska was a personal assistant. Of course, as the wife of a member of the regional representative council, Riska got a qualified escort. Moreover, Riska is also not a random person. Riska has several plywood factories scattered in this city. That said, Riska has worked with overseas companies to process this wood.
"I know I'm not as beautiful as you because I have given birth to four children for my husband. And lately, my husband is demanding a divorce from me, but I don't yet know who the woman who seduced his heart was. I was going to give her divorce papers at the end of her term, but not anymore. Not because I feel defeated by you, Anggi, but I do not want to force a man who has lost his love to stay with me. Mr. Mardian has given me a lot of happiness, so now I will release his bond. Now I hope you will make him happy as I have been happy all this time. Since you guys already have a daughter, don't wait for me to get divorced, Anggi. You get married immediately, make sure your child is legally recorded in the eyes of the country. I'll make sure the divorce doesn't take long."
"What does Miss Riska mean? I never wanted to snatch Mr. Mardian from Ibuk." Anggi. How could he have had enough if only from Mardian's salary. During this time, Mardian managed Riska's finances, so she easily discounted the money to give to Anggi.
"But you two hook up behind me, Anggi. If you don't intend to seize, do you just want to undermine our marriage? You extort discord among us, and look up to take drops of our profit?" Riska smiled again, rather horribly this time. Anggi goosebumps on her. Moreover, the parable Riska just now, pierced once. And that's exactly what happened. Anggi benefits when Mardian chooses to sleep with him after a dispute with Riska. The next morning, Soekarno-Hatta filled Anggi's bag.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not going to repeat all that, Buk. I'm going to stay away, and I don't need Mr. Mardian's responsibility. I'll raise Qila myself—"
"So you chose to sell yourself instead of having a family, Anggi? I have kindly let go of Mr. Mardian to achieve happiness with you, but why do you refuse? What exactly is your motive for attending our wedding?" Riska urged, that gaze demanding. Anggi felt himself stuck with his own actions and words.
"I—me ...," stuttered Anggi confused.
Plaque!
One slap back landed on Anggi's cheek. "It turns out you were a snake all along, you infiltrated and sucked us up to almost bankrupt me. You bring discord between us, make our household cracked, we are at home uncomfortable, because my husband keeps thinking about you. Just because of your cheap serve, my husband turned away and hurt me. Up here my kindness, Anggia. After this you will only see my cruelty! Take it well, Anggi. I did lose on the bed, but I won't lose on happiness!"
Anggi holding his hot cheeks, may have been drawn bilur handprints there. Anggi grimaced, his eyes faintly seeing Riska's departure. Risk Threats do not need to be excessive. He must have only vent emotions for a moment, then must have forgotten. It's true that she should marry a baddotan old man like Mardian. The old man like him will only be dredged by his property. While Anggi will look for a young man to be her husband later.
"Father knows everything, so don't pretend anymore." Riska sat down comfortably and pulled out her phone. One finger could choke Anggi for life. Poisonous women like Anggi deserve punishment.
"Mah, please. Papa is wrong, let Anggi live Qila well. Anyway, Qila is Papa's flesh blood, Mah. You are both a mother, Mama's time of heart ..," please Mardian in a soft persuading voice.
"The father said so surely because he had heard me say he would let you go so that you could marry him, right? You are afraid that you can no longer finance the lifestyle of the Hedon concubine, right? Father who plays with fire, I just try to stay away so as not to burn. I had closed my eyes all this time. It's up to you how, but Mr. Djarot has taken care of our divorce papers." Riska still looks calm. He must be strong.
"Now you are down. This is my car, which I bought from my own hard work." Riska straight stared at the front of the car, ignoring Mardian whose chest was bloated.
"Sir driver, please help Mr. Mardian get off. Maybe he forgot how to open the door" Riska ordered coldly.
Mardian went down without being able to do any more rebuttal or self-defense. His wife will be difficult to persuade if his emotions are unstable.
However, Riska was already unanimous with this divorce. Riska forgave so many times, but now she will no longer do that. His heart had frozen and died for Mardian.
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How many chapters is euy? Cook it first, yeah ... 🤗
