Listening to romantic tunes, Selvia found herself yearning for Andre. Seated in her apartment with a glass of wine, she gazed at the city's skyline through the window. She felt fortunate to be Andre's lover—a man who indulged her every whim and satisfied her desires in bed.
A sly smile played on her lips as she recalled secretly recording their intimate moments. She had deliberately used Andre's phone to capture their passionate encounters, intending for Diandra to discover them and initiate a divorce. This would clear the path for her to become Mrs. Andre Pratama, replacing Diandra.
"Just wait, Diandra. I'll be the only woman in Andre's life, not the second fiddle anymore," she mused, a cunning grin spreading across her face.
Draped in a towel that showcased her long legs, she headed to the bathroom, eager to soak in a candlelit aromatherapy bath that would rejuvenate her spirits. She slipped into a bathtub filled with essential rose oil and scattered rose petals.