The Love Nest of the Former

Contrition

Neyla's still-hunting breath mixed with anger over the lies she received from Zavan. While enduring the pain in the second part of her firmly pressed jaw, Neyla threw away her face, feeling disgusted at seeing her own husband. The man who was made a protector for him, actually made himself a bait.

Zavan showed his grin, and was forced to stare at him.

"How does it feel after your family hates you, Neyla?" zavan asked deliberately mockingly.

"Are you satisfied now? seeing me who's been ruined because of you."

Devan, who was asked a question from Neyla, looked at her cynically, and with a sneer.

"What did you say, satisfied? of course I'm not satisfied that I haven't ruined your life to the point of being ruined."

"Whatdidyou say? you are still not satisfied after ruining my life? what's wrong with you?"

"You still dare to ask what is your fault? did you forget that you did not care about me when I was made a subject of insults and insults by your family, especially your father and mother. Now you're the tool for me to take my revenge on your family, including yourself, understand." Devan replied while looking at him sharply.

"Isn't everything fulfilled?"

Without caring, Devan immediately pushed Neyla's body sitting on the floor until it hit her head which was quite sick.

"I'm not content to take my revenge on you. You'll have to pay it even, like I used to feel. Who do you think you are? it's just dirty stuff you've been throwing around. Weepy! your body is disgusting. If not for my revenge on you, I wouldn't touch your filthy body." Devan answered with hatred for Neyla.

While enduring the pain, there was not the slightest trace of love from Zavan. In fact, his ankle still hurts. But what could Neyla do? she could only give up on what her husband was doing.

"From now on you're just me as my slave, my servant in my bed, my service in the dining room, my full fan you're my servant and my slave. Sleep, floor. Once you dare rebel, don't expect you to escape my house." Zavan said in a rude voice.

Neyla who heard it, was also so painful. Regret for sure, all useless for his misjudged choice. The man she still loved, was nothing but giving false hope and was extremely painful.

"Now, clean your body, and sleep on the floor. Don't expect me to have mercy on you, because I'm not willing to be kind to you." Zavan said straight out of the room.

Neyla, who had fallen into the trap of her husband, could only cry for her regrets all this time who believed so much in Zavan.

"I'm sorry, Ma... Viro, I'm sorry Mama, son..." His words were full of regret accompanied by crying as he pleased.

"Let'soooooooo!" neyla shouted out her regret that only followed her ego.

"Mas Naren. I'm sorry...." Say it again while crying.

Zavan who was in his study, he was watching Neyla who was crying as she pleased and looked like she was full of regret.

"You think I'll make you happy. No. gabe. Instead I will destroy your life slowly until you will feel what I have felt before." He murmured while staring at his computer screen.

As per his goal, Zavan was a little satisfied when he could see firsthand the suffering experienced by Neyla. As it was late at night watching the computer screen, Zavan immediately returned to his room to rest.

"What do you want? no, don't do that. Please, I'm not ready."

"Fuck up! with your words. Now you must serve me."

"Aw! no, don't do that. My body hurts." Neyla's agonizing cry on the part of her body that got hit, and the fall due to being pushed by her ex-husband, including an ankle that hurts to move.

Zavan did not care at all about it, he continued to torture his wife. In fact, the clothes worn by Neyla was torn because of her husband's arrogant act when removing his clothes until not left, leaving his innocent body.

Manahan pain in parts of his body, Neyla was not at all wrinkled. No longer the tenderness obtained from Zavan, but it was like persecution until his body felt crumbled dim.

Regretfully, Neyla shed her tears as Zavan treated her harshly. The pain that was really difficult to endure, physical, and also her soul had only been beaten all out by her husband who was at once.

The gentle treatment he got, was just a ruse. His breath that feels stingy, now leaves a pain that is so painful in certain areas because of the actions of Zavan who treated him harshly.

A plain body covered with a thick blanket, Neyla curled up while crying as she pleased and enduring the pain in her sensitive part.

Zavan did not care at all what his wife felt. For him to torture was the best way to avenge him.

The body that had been crumbling dimly because of the actions of her husband, Neyla still endured the pain deeply. His legs, his hands, his body, as well as his sensitive parts, really hurt.

Not wanting Neyla to sleep on her bed, Zavan, who had just come out of the bathroom, pulled his wife's body down onto the beach with his blanket.

"Aw!" cry Neyla while grimacing in pain.

His body was completely crumpled. To stand alone is not capable.

"You have no right whatsoever to sleep in my bed, except to serve me, understand." Zavan said without any mercy to his wife.

Neyla did not answer at all, choosing silence and enduring the pain.

Late at midnight, Zavan chose to sleep without caring for his wife. With the snoring sound typical of sleeping people, Neyla was still wrapped in a blanket with her innocent body.

No other choice, with Neyla struggling to crawl around using a blanket to cover her innocent body, she continued to crawl towards the closet to pick up a change of clothes.

After that, Neyla went to the bathroom to clean herself up by crawling back, and shed her tears filled with regret that she had done before.

Rice had become a mush, his life had already been shattered. His household, his closeness to his parents and children, seemed to disappear in an instant because of his wrong actions.

Under the sower, Neyla again cried with regret. His life seemed to be useless, and there remained the pain he received.