Adi Is Disgusting-Makes Me Nauseous!

Nadi had already resolved to divorce Adi, and the papers had been sent off in the mail.

But when their eyes met, her heart betrayed her, fluttering despite herself.

It was as if some primal mechanism within her, like programming embedded deep in a machine, refused to be rewritten.

And where there was that involuntary flutter, pain inevitably followed.

Nadi despised herself for it. After everything Adi had done to her, why did her heart still refuse to harden? Did it need to stop entirely, did she have to die, or rip out her own heart and replace it with something lifeless?

"Hey, what are you mumbling about over there? Hurry up and pay me back, or do you want to end up in jail?"

Nadi ignored the buyer who was hounding her for money. She knew full well this person must have been planted by Adi. Adi wanted to see her humiliated, to watch her squirm under the weight of misery. The deeper her despair, the sweeter his satisfaction, and only when Adi was pleased would her mother's hospital bills get paid.

Realizing this, Nadi let out a bitter laugh. Pushing past the gawkers, she dragged her heavy footsteps toward Adi's car.

Adi's vehicle gleamed with luxury and exclusivity, its custom license plate a bold declaration of his elevated status. Meanwhile, Nadi stood drenched in filth, rotten eggs and wilted vegetables clinging to her clothes, making her look utterly pitiful.

The two of them couldn't have been more different: one radiated the untouchable grace of a god bathed in light, while the other seemed trampled into the dirt beneath everyone's feet.

The whispers began then, low enough to sting but loud enough for her to hear. "Just as I thought, typical murderer. No money to pay her debts, so now she's shamelessly flaunting what little beauty she has left to lure wealthy men on the street."

The words weren't shouted, but they didn't need to be. They found their mark all the same.

Nadi straightened her spine, though instinctively she longed to disappear somewhere far away. Keeping her voice low, she said, "Adi, what can I do to make you happy? Just tell me how I can earn enough for my mother's care."

Adi sat pristine in his tailored suit, exuding an icy elegance. With his eyes closed, he spoke without looking at her. "Get in the car."

For a moment, Nadi braced herself, expecting him to demand she kneel before him in public, a final act of degradation. But after a pause, she bit her lip and opened the door.

If he ordered her to walk through fire or leap into chaos, she would obey without hesitation.

The car sped forward until it finally came to a halt outside Adi's home, the very house that had once belonged to both of them, the marriage certificate bearing his name now replaced with another: Aisha.

Even knowing what awaited her, the change pierced Nadi's chest with fresh pain. She clenched her fists tightly, repeating silently to herself: It doesn't matter. The divorce papers are signed and sent. Soon we'll be strangers. Whatever Adi feels for Aisha has nothing to do with me.

Following Adi inside, she entered the living room. There, mounted prominently on the central wall, hung a massive wedding portrait. Once, it had been hers and Adi's, a photograph taken only under duress, forced upon Adi by the patriarch of the Rahman family. He had detested it so much he forbade it from ever being displayed.

Now, staring at the framed memory, Nadi froze. Why had he chosen to hang it now?

What message was he trying to send?

Her questions died the instant she saw the bride's face.

What was there to question? Her features had been digitally erased, replaced with Aisha's.

A wave of revulsion washed over Nadi, bile rising in her throat.

"If you dare vomit," Adi's cold voice cut through the air above her, "I'll ensure every single person you care about dies quietly, without a trace."

Her heart stuttered, her face drained of color. Panic gripped her. "No!"

"Then keep moving. Don't waste my time." Without another glance, Adi turned and strode ahead, as though even the sight of her polluted him.

Nadi shut her eyes briefly, masking the anguish that threatened to consume her, and followed.

Finally, they reached the master bedroom.

Why had he brought her here? Nadi couldn't fathom it. Adi hated her, there was no reason for him to involve her in such intimacy.

Or so she thought.

But she soon realized she was wrong.