Revenge of the Beautiful "The Return of a Bad Wife"
Pendants

Shara exited the courtroom, still claustrophobic she felt seeing the silence that Zif was expressing.

There are no plans after the divorce, right now Shara just wants to be a good daughter for Garry alone. Returns to Gerald and Garry his favorite foster family.

There are still a few more procedures to get a divorce certificate. At least Shara was relieved Zif had not appealed this time.

Shara continues her steps towards her father's car. Some of Gerald's men are watching, although Gerald himself still doesn't want to talk to him.

"Dear!" In between his steps, Zif grabbed his arm back and they faced each other again.

Shara frowned "What else is Zif?" Ask.

"You don't want me to appeal, do you?" Ask back Zif nanar.

"Of course, it's not that you didn't file it, I thank you if you really want to ease the divorce. Because faster would be better Zif." Connect Shara.

"All right, I want you. But, please, withdraw your demands to Papah. Poor him Shara, let Papah regret without having to curl up in prison, help me. I'm sure Papah must have regretted what he did." Lirih Zif's.

Shara frowned, so this was the reason Zif had not appealed, there was something he wanted to offer her.

"Zif, whether you appeal or not, I will still sue your Papah. He must get the right reward. My lawsuit has been cleared, one more step, we get a divorce certificate. I'm no longer your wife. And Hardika Prabaswara is not my in-law. But from a long time ago, I wasn't your Papah's son-in-law."

"Shara's." Mei stood by her side staring at the nanar of her face, clasping Shara's hand expectantly "Please Mamah, unplug your demands." His word.

"Mommy?" Shara smiled lightly "Do I still deserve to call you Mamah? Your husband has hurt me a lot." The drill.

"Is there any guarantee your husband won't come after me after I drop my demands?" Added Shara.

"You know Auntie, your husband is the most cunning, cold, rude, gluttonous person, all the evil is on your husband. After I unplug, I'm sure he's after my life!"

"Dear!" Glaring, Zif interrupted the girl's speech. Not accepted by his widow's accusation.

Shara turns to Zif "Indeed like it's actually Zif. Your father never accepted me. Even after I sue, I'm sure there's still a lot of scheming for me."

"Shara's." Sergey Zif.

"It's free for you to persuade me or threaten me! Until Indar and Mr Hardika get punished! I will continue with my demands."

Shara stepped away after saying that, while Zif and Mei were unmoved staring at the pus away from her back.

In the past their relationship was quite good, but because the third party messed up, then there was no more harmony between them.

There is nothing to expect from a weak man like Zif, he always loved his family instead of his Shara. Even after everything Hardika did, Zif still whined forgiveness.

Zif thought someone's life could be made into his father's toy, then after like this it was easy to apologize, whine for mercy.

Shara is disappointed, the word of love that Zif calls for is just a figment of the thumb.

Shara stepped back to her father's car, where Garry was ready to welcome her with a smile of peace "You're a beautiful widow." Said.

Shara nodded her head "Yes Daddy." The answer.

The widow of flowers, a title that was very concerning for her, two years into Zif's lover, only ended up as an ex only. Two years into a serious but unhappy relationship.

"We're home." Garry leads Shara into his car, and then sits next to his daughter, a gentle swipe he gives the girl's head "All will be well. Believe me, God is not sleeping. You'll have a good husband after this." His word.

Shara nodded but no words could be spewed from her lips. It's his tongue, all the sentences he can't follow.

In the interlude of the daydream Shara stared at the outside rearview mirror, visible there Zif was still staring at the passing of the car he was riding.

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From this afternoon, the girl did not eat and drink, some of Garry's servants sent to feed her but none of them touched her.

Tired of the sight - that's all, Shara went out of the room, down the stairs with a giant step. It was the long pajamas he was wearing right now. Hair unraveling disheveled.

"Pretty." Garry called him from the dinner table.

"Yes Daddy." Sahut Shara approaching.

On his comb all the people sitting at the dining table, there was Jho, Garry, the wry-faced Gerald, and one young man Shara did not know.

"What are you discussing?" Ask Shara.

Gerald was busy with his thin device, quite indifferent, since this afternoon Gerald was sultry with his sister's regretful cry, the cry was like a sign that Shara still loved Zif alone. Clearly, Gerald had no place in the flower widow's heart.

Garry smiled lightly "Your gate is again taking care of the mysterious death case of the girl who looks like you, another case that will incriminate Hardika, and this is Damar, the fiancee of the late house of Risha." Garry pointed at one handsome young man sitting right in front of him.

Damar lives in Bali, works in Bali, a native descendant of the Balinese. That handsome young man worked odd jobs. Simple, without parental facilities.

Jho's henchmen managed to find Damar's hideout who was in pursuit of the Hardika people, to be killed of course.

Look, Hardika will eliminate anyone who has the potential to harm her position. Because Damar intends to upload a video of the condemnation for it Hardika is looking for him.

However, this time the opponent's supporter is Jack group who has people with high intelligence quotient. Then the destruction is waving at Hardika Prabaswara.

"Risha?" Shara recalls the name of the deceased woman who reportedly died in a state of entangled neck.

"Yes, Shara remembers." Shara sat down while looking at the necklace that wrapped around the young man's neck "The necklace." Shara stood back up and walked quickly towards Damar "This is my necklace!" Cetus, trying to touch.

Damar frowned "Wait, don't touch her!" Spontaneous tepis.

Shara said, "That's mine, that's my necklace."

"It belongs to Risha!" Pekik Damar does not want to lose.

"You misunderstood. Hardika must've stolen my necklace and put it around your fiancee's neck, so Zif could've been sure it was my body." Shara's rebut is kekeh.

Damar shook his head "This belongs to my Risha, she's been wearing this from childhood. I'm witness!" Reveal it.

"What?" Shara frowned curiously at the initials behind the round-shaped pendant, as she remembered, since she was a child she had also been wearing the pendant "I want to see for a moment, mine, there are her initials." His word.

Damar took the pendant off his neck and gave it to Shara, usually the pendant should not be touched by anyone but seeing Shara was curious, Damar gave it "Of course there are Risha initials." Said sure.

Shara grabs the pendant from Damar, scanning the tiny silver-colored object "R?" The initials that Shara saw behind the round pendant.

Shara shook her head "I have the initials S not R." He said softly, indirectly Shara admitted that the necklace was not hers.

"Maybe it's just a similar coincidence, Shara. Such a necklace could be ordered anywhere." Garry Chirps Intermediates.

"Maybe." Shara returned the pendant to Damar and walked slowly to the seat beside her father "Say mine is still in my old contract." Mumbled anyway.

Gerald observed his sister's silent tinge, it seems like the necklace is very sensitive in Shara's life. It was obvious from how Shara was trying to admit it just now.

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