The Untouched Heart

Chapter 59 - Confrontation

~Hendra~

The son of a bitch came to my family's company building with a mocking expression. He who was sitting waiting in the lobby, immediately stood up when he saw me coming back from the lunch appointment. I will never forget his face. He is the man my wife still loves. Six years of marriage cannot shake Za's feelings for her.

We have nothing to do anymore, so I just ignored it. He boldly said that he and my wife had been together again. I had to pull him to the yard so no one would listen to his nonsense. When he mentioned they spent the night together on the day I remembered I was in London, I didn't immediately believe it.

He left feeling angry because I didn't believe his nonsense. But I asked Kafin to confirm the truth. He didn't drive my wife's car that day because of family business. And so I called Liando and my world instantly fell apart. Vivaldo was right. She and my wife went to the hotel that night.

After successfully destroying my feelings and my relationship with my wife, that man dared to come again this afternoon to the company. She held up a brown envelope that she said was proof of her association with my wife. We couldn't talk in public, so I took her to my office.

“You are asking for proof. It's proof that Ara and I are back together.” He put the envelope in front of me. I took it and opened it. There are some photos in it. When I took it out, my guess was right. It was a photo.

The two of them were eating at a restaurant that I knew was in my wife's supermarket. In the second photo, they are standing so close in front of an entrance that looks like a mall. The third picture is of them eating at my wife's favorite restaurant. Then it seemed like the same day they were kissing in the parking lot of the restaurant, my wife was sitting in the back seat of a motorcycle, and some photos of them together in the hotel.

“You can no longer prevent us from being together. We love each other. Release Ara. If you really love her, you would want to see her happy, ‘ would you? You see for yourself that she is not happy marrying you. He was just happy when he was with me,” he said in a snobbish tone.

“How long have you been married? Six, seven years? Then has she finally fallen in love with you? Seems not. So, why are you holding him back? Is it because she is a beautiful woman, then you want to continue to make her as a decoration?” taunted. I refrained from punching him in the face. I don't want to deal with the police.

This guy doesn't know who he's dealing with yet. He won't be able to get Za that easily. There was only one way for him to get it back. If I were to hand over my woman voluntarily.

I've been investigating all the things about her once she came yesterday. She could have lied to my wife with the sad story of her life, but I didn't. This man was still the same man who only wanted to play around with women by making use of their feelings.

“What can you offer him as a man? Are you sure that you can meet all his needs? You want to marry her not because you want to get a free nanny for your kids?” my challenge.

“Jaga your mouth.” His face turned red.

“My wife is too naive until she can't see the ugliness that's on you. And of course you will always use his kindness for your own benefit. And you call that love? Someday my wife will see what kind of man you are.” I stood up and walked over to the intercom.

“Sherry, Mr. Vivaldo will leave my room soon,” I told my secretary. “Please take her out.”

“I don't just have that photo, Mahendra. There are still more photos. And I'm sure many journalists are willing to pay dearly to be the first to hear the news of the affair of a wife Mahendra Perkasa.” He's laughing a little. “Power what. You can't even give him a child.”

The door of the room was knocked, then Sherry opened it. The man stood up. “I gave you one month. Divorce him or all these photos, plus the photos I still keep, will be scattered. I know that well-respected families like you guys are very reputable.” He walked with his head raised and the door closed again.

Are there any other photos? I don't care about reputation. But I won't stay silent to see him intend to spread those photos. It would hurt my wife a lot. Oh, dearGod. What photos did he keep when they were together at the hotel? What love words did he just say that embarrassed the woman he said he loved?

I immediately contacted the IT department and asked them to hack into any phone numbers, emails, laptops that Vivaldo had. Then I called an old friend who always helped me deal with a little criminal who thought he could threaten me and my family. Those who use dirty ways, I reply in a dirtier way.

Within a few hours, the IT department gave a full report from them and my best friend sent his men directly to deliver every item I requested. The IT department has removed everything that has to do with my wife. He even kept photos and videos of their togetherness in his email. Maybe just in case the real one goes missing.

My best friend sent me a cell phone. I'm not gonna ask how they got that thing. There are some pictures that he printed. Then there were many papers containing records of my wife's activities. She stalked him? Looking at other reports, it turns out that she hired people to take pictures while she was with my wife and followed her wherever she went. This guy is sick.

I immediately called my best friend and asked him to destroy all the evidence that was still in the hands of the hired man. CCTV was also recorded at the place where they met. There can't be any evidence left. Then I called the IT department to find out if there was any other evidence in connection with the fraud, whether he did it himself or with his superiors.

His courage against me directly deserves my thumbs up. He doesn't know me yet because he thinks he's in the wind with just a photo. Hot photo? He dared to threaten me with my wife's body? Fucking men!

The door to my room was knocked. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. “Sorry, Sir. Is everything okay?” ask Sherry. I was confused to hear that question.

“What do you mean?” I looked towards him. He looked at my desk. I looked in the same direction. There was no problem on the table, but I was looking in the wrong direction. The one he was looking at was my right hand. There was also a great pain running from that hand.