Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapters 17. Zain's anger

Inside the main mansion, Clarisa approached her mother-in-law who was sitting on the sofa of the living room. Then Clarisa sat down next to her mother-in-law.

“Mom, I found this envelope at the front gate,” he said as he placed a brown envelope over the mwja.

“What is it, Honey?” ask Ny. Amara, her hand took the envelope.

“I don't know either, Mom. Try opening it.”

Mrs. Amara opened the envelope and took out the contents inside. Mrs. Amara knitted her brows in confusion.

“What is this? Looks like photo.” Mrs. Amara took a sheet of photographic paper and turned it over.

“Ah! Jeez!” ms Pekik. Amara with her eyes bulging.

“Why, Mom?” clarisa asked with a surprised face and took over the photos from her mother-in-law's hand.

“Gosh!” clarisa shouted, Then covered her mouth with one hand and threw the photo on the table.

Visible photos of vulgar Zahra with two different men with a pose that is visible with a part of the body covered in a blanket.

“Zahra! You naughty girl!” clarisa exclaimed as she glanced towards her mother-in-law.

“Say if the photos are just edits, Clarisa!” pinta Ny's. Amara with a reddened face.

“Can't be an edit, Mom. The photo looks real, where it might be an edit,” Shall Clarisa.

“But Zahra couldn't have done anything as low as that.”

“It could have been this whole time the girl pretended with her innocent face, Mom. Mommy alone does not know her past,” always Clarisa tries to influence her mother-in-law.

Mrs. Amara fell silent, and was consumed by Clarisa's words.

“What is all this right, is it possible that all this time Tasya jeng hid his existence because it covered the vices of his daughter?” ask Ny. Amara, ask herself.

Clarisa grinned, she kept inciting her mother-in-law, even telling her mother-in-law to expel Zahra from Zain's life. Clarisa said if Zahra is not a good girl, Zahra could at any time defame the great family of Malik Ibrahim, the late husband of Ny. Amara.

With ease, Mrs. Amara was instigated by Clarisa's words, especially with the evidence that was already in front of her eyes. Mrs. Amara looks angry and says mockery to her new daughter-in-law.

“I will not let that woman be near my son!” said Mrs. Amara.

"Yes Mom, don't let Zahra get pregnant later, she confessed that the child is Zain's child, even though she slept with various men, it could be the son of another man!" clarisa degan said.

Brak!

Zain walked into the house by kicking the main door, leaving everyone shocked at his arrival.

After Zahra was transferred from the IGD to the VVIP room and confirmed her condition, Zain rushed home to the mansion in a furious rage to give Clarisa the calculations.

“What the hell did you come up with that way, Zain?” ask Ny. Amara.

Zain ignored his mother's question and walked over to Clarisa with a flushed face.

“What do you do?” zain snapped right in front of Clarisa.

“Zain!” reprimand Ny. Amara because her son yelled at her pregnant daughter-in-law.

“What's Zain doing, why are you mad at me?” clarisa asked with her innocent face.

“Do not pretend not to know! I bet you know what I'm talking about!” ketus Zain's.

“What do you mean, Zain? I really don't know,” denied Clarisa tried to grab her husband's hand but was brushed aside rudely by Zain.

“Zain!” ny Bentak. Amara.

“What did you do to Zahra?” zain asked and stared with his sharp eyes at Clarisa

“Zain! You get angry just because that shameless girl?” ask Ny. Amara with a high tone.

“Don't say it in front of me, Mom!” zain's screams surprised his mother.

“Zain! You yelled at mommy just because of that lady jal*ng?” ask Ny. Amara pointed at the photos lying on the table.

Zain followed the direction indicated by his mother, his eyes widened he got more emotional looking at the vulgar photos of his young wife. Zain grabbed the photos and tore them up and threw them right in front of Clarisa's face.

“Who deserves to be called a j*lang woman here?” asked Zain in anger.

“Zain!” exciting Clarisa.

“You whore! I don't even know whose child you're carrying!” Zain pointed at Clarisa's stomach with his finger.

“What do you mean, Zain?” ask Ny. Amara with a surprised face.

“What do you mean, Zain! You're accusing me of pregnant with another boy, huh?” Clarisa's been emotionally charged.

“It's true I'm not the father of that bastard child!”

Plaque!

Clarisa stood up and slapped on Zain's cheek, making Zain smile mockingly.

“Ck! It's been found out that they still want to avoid. Don't be your holy-sucker! Don't think I didn't know all your foul behavior all this time behind me! Even before marrying me!”

Zain threw the blue map onto the table violently and took out all the contents inside.

"Looks good! There's no way that kid is my son, because since I married you I've been injecting hormones to keep you from having children! If it wasn't for your grandfather's request, I wouldn't have married a j*lang like you!"

Clarisa's body froze, while Ms. Amara fell on the sofa with her eyes bulging.

“You deny what else, you? All the evidence is in front of your eyes!” said Zain coldly.

“Even you are willing to peddle your body just to support your career so that it can always skyrocket! Even I'm not sure who the father of the child in your stomach is because so many men already enjoy that body!” ketus Zain and push Clarisa's body so that the woman sits on the sofa.

“Wait for Barra to deliver our divorce papers! And wait for my reply because you have framed Zahra!” zain said then stepped foot leaving his mother and wife, precisely his future ex-wife.

“Bi Nur's! Take care of my mother, I have to go back to the hospital waiting for my wife who is dying because of that whore!” zain exclaimed before completely disappearing from the sight of the two women.

With trembling hands, mrs. Amara grabbed the file in front of her, evidence that shows the nature of Clarisa who often in and out of hotels with various foreign men ranging from the young to even aged, be it at home or abroad.

Mrs. Amara passes one file into Clarisa's hands. With a trembling hand, Clarisa took the file and read it. Her tears were pouring down her cheeks.

Plaque!

One slap Clarisa got from her mother-in-law.

“This is for you who dare to raise your dirty hands to my son!”

Plaque!

“This is because of your pettiness that has trapped my son-in-law, my son's beloved wife!”

Mrs. Amara left Clarisa who was sculpting by holding both her cheeks that were flushed from Ny's slap. Amara.