My husband is my Prospective In-law
Unconsidered

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Dyra begins to follow Darren's steps down the stairs. He wrapped his hands around Darren's arms, making them look friendly. Upon arriving at the ground floor, Dyra's eyes immediately turned towards the dining table, where Ansel and Irene were already waiting for their arrival.

"I have to keep smiling, even though the pain I felt for Ansel's betrayal is still not fully treated, but I make sure, at this time the love is completely gone" Dyra murmured confidently.

Dyra now stared into Darren's face, occasionally paying attention to him. Maybe Darren doesn't completely believe the "All right" phrase that comes out of Dyra's mouth when Darren asks about her current feelings.

"Right now my heart is fully owned by him" murmured Dyra not taking her eyes off Darren's face.

Dyra is absolutely amazed by Darren, who has loved her without demanding to be loved.

Meanwhile Ansel continues to pay attention to Dyra's steps which look very close to Darren.

"It looks like Dyra is already happy with Dad," Inner Ansel gave a small smile.

Ansel continued to try to organize his heart which currently still feels sore. But however, the happiness felt by Darren had made his heart more calm, because only this time Ansel saw an expression that was so happy emanated in the look of Darren's face.

Suddenly a grasp made him stupefied. Ansel turned his head and looked at the sinister face of Irene with a hardened jaw.

"You don't have to be so good to me! Remember, all that befell me is because you will not obey my command, to abort your womb!" Ansel grabbed Irene's hand and threw her down violently.

Irene was not surprised to receive such harsh treatment from Ansel. He remained strong, even though his heart was so hurt by the reality that he had to accept. A very painful fact, that the man who is now her husband, never considered her as a wife, but an enemy that she hated so much.

Darren and Dyra have arrived at the dinner table. They immediately occupied the two seats that were in front of Ansel and Irene.

"Have you waited a long time, Ansel?" asked Darren while sitting in his chair.

Ansel smiled kindly, dismissing the jealousy that was now in his heart.

"Not too long, Dad. At least 10 minutes ago," replied Ansel who was secretly glancing towards Dyra.

Darren didn't say hello to Irene, he ignored her as if he didn't consider her whereabouts. Darren does not know the real reason for Irene's pregnancy, he still thinks that Irene is a woman who uses her pregnancy to be able to live well with Ansel. A life of luxury with treasures.

Irene occasionally looked towards Darren who was in front of her. But when both eyes shifted to his right side, it seemed that Dyra caught the look of his eyes with his gaze, their gaze momentarily intertwined.

"This woman looks good. I doubt everything Ansel has told me, that they're doing that, being affected by booze," dyra muttered her brain as she recalled what Ansel had said in front of her room.

Irene pushed slowly. His breath felt heavy at once. He was really overwhelmed by what he had in mind. Right now some questions were struggling violently in the depths of his heart, making the pain start to stifle his chest.

Was he so despicable in Darren's eyes that his father-in-law didn't greet him? Even when Irene offered to take the food Darren wanted, he ignored her without answering a word.

The look on Irene's face was now turning into a wistful one, especially when Dyra looked at her in full search.

"Maybe this woman also thinks the same as father, but right now what can I do. I can't say anything to them. I can only be silent and hope that God will show all the truth, without me having to say it," Irene resigned herself to the situation, even though her heart was so bitter at the moment.

Irene was seen pressing her chest firmly to give her firmness, in a moment when she was as fragile as she is today.

"There seems to be sadness on her face, is she unhappy about her marriage to Ansel?" murmured Dyra was still staring at Irene's face which now looked sad, even the globules of sadness began to appear on her eyelids.

Irene purposely dropped her tablespoon onto the floor and rushed downstairs to pick it up.

"I must not show my sorrow in front of them, let alone at dinner like this. I didn't want to make the atmosphere become chaotic, because of the sadness I felt," Irene's mind rubbed the tears that had been soaked, to wet her cheeks.

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