The Mystery of Lost Memory
Reluctant to Split

“You're joking, right?” Sophie looked at the dossier Lukman had extended to her.

“No. I'm serious,” Paul said, with his emotions that he strongly press so as not to cause a commotion at Sophie's house.

Lukman once again held out the file in his hand to Sophie, and this time the middle-aged woman accepted it half-heartedly. He went back and forth the documents inside, to then tear everything apart. Sophie threw away the results of her tear just like that, drifting in vain to fall onto the marble floor of her luxurious room.

Paul did not react, other than just glaring wide at Sophie in disbelief. The woman he had married for 30 years was always acting crazy.

“Do you think it's easy to divorce me?” sophie asked, a full sweet smile could.

“Despite you being torn thousands of times, I will still have a copy,” Paul replied calmly. “Important, I will divorce you this time, whatever happens,” threatens Paul once again, before he leaves Sophie's room followed by Lukman behind.

Sophie throws whatever is in front of her at this moment, screaming hysterically at her fidelity. He kept shouting, no matter how late it got. Sophie throws it all away, ripping apart the contents of the dressing table to neatly arranged books in the corner of the room. His breathing was stingy, after being satisfied to ruffle his own room. Sophie's hands clenched tightly, full of vengeance and ambition to destroy not only Sierra, but also Paul's own husband.

***

Sierra awoke the next day, when he found Karen sitting next to the bed peeling off some apples. Through the gaze of his eyes that was still slightly dimmed, Sierra also caught the figure of Paul who hurriedly approached him when he realized he had awakened.

“Honey, you're awake?” paul asked, clasping Sierra's hand tightly.

Karen chose to retreat, placed the apple peel on the small table beside Sierra's bed and stood up with a happy look.

“How long have I been unconscious?” ask Sierra weakly.

“Only a day,” replied Paul, taking a seat beside the Sierra bed. “All is well, Honey. Our son is also fine,”

Sierra frowned at Paul's last words. “Our son?”

Paul was pleased. “You're pregnant, Honey,”

Sierra clenched his own mouth, beginning to tease and sob in disbelief. As the first woman to get pregnant, it is certainly not easy for Sierra to immediately realize if she is two-bodied. Sierra also gave a quick glance at Karen, who seemed to be smiling and happy to hear her pregnancy.

“Mana Martin?” sierra asked Karen, with a soft voice that still sounded weak.

Karen's coming closer to Sierra's bed. “He is working. I took the time to come here alone,”

“Karen White kept you here long enough. I'm glad he's the one by your side,” Paul said. “I don't trust anyone,”

Sierra's lips curled at Paul's call over Karen, who still used Ray's name behind her.

“I have to go back to the office,” said Paul, do not forget to kiss Sierra's forehead before leaving with Lukman, the personal assistant.

Now Sierra and Karen are alone in the super-luxury VIP room where Sierra is being treated. Sierra looked at Karen, then smiled.

“Feel back at the forest house, right? We were always alone,” Sierra recalls.

Although Sierra remembered the time in the forest house with a smile, but for Karen, the memories were not at all pleasant. His lips stiffened and his face stiffened, very reluctant to override Sierra's invitation to remember the time.

“Si?” call someone, who slowly enters after opening the door.

Ray stood there, carrying a basket of fruit and looking clumsy to enter when he saw Karen was also there. But Sierra hurriedly told Ray to go inside, and the man put his luggage anywhere. He secretly keeps stealing glances at Karen next to Sierra's bed. Despite desperately trying to fight his own nervousness, Ray moves closer to Sierra. Now he and Karen face each other, circling the weakened Sierra.

Ray's memory goes back to that moment, when Karen begged him to run away with Ray when Karen hadn't married Martin. For some reason, Ray suddenly regretted having turned down the offer.

***

He runs over small hands the tablet he brought to Paul, showing him an internet news highlight.

THE FORTUNA CORP OWNERS SCANDAL, SUING FOR DIVORCE AND REMARRY IN THE NEAR FUTURE

“What the fuck is this?” paul comments, do not believe the contents of the news article on the internet.

“I've searched the author, and .. “ Lukman disconnected his speech. “Looks like she worked for Lady Sophie, Sir,”

“Master Paul?!” Margaret, the secretary, entered Paul's study in panic.

“Many shareholders contact us, protest with the value of shares that suddenly plummeted today,” explained Margaret in panic.

Paul spontaneously stood up, clutching his own head and began to cuss into the air. She curses Sophie's name repeatedly, feeling always a letdown. Then, without much thought, Paul grabbed his suit and walked very quickly to Sophie's residence. This time Sophie was really overdue. In addition to interfering in her personal life, the woman also tried to destroy her business.

***

Brak!!

This time Paul slammed the front door of Sophie's house, and it appeared that Sophie was relaxing on a comfortable sofa while sipping a cup of tea. Paul sped up his steps towards Sophie, this time he slapped the woman full of wrath. The sound of the tea cup falling onto the floor echoed loudly within the large room.

“You've gone too far, Sophie,” said Paul wrathfully.

Sophie held onto her flushed cheeks, with a triumphant satisfied laugh. She pulled her beautiful long hair.

“You will never win against me, darling,” muttered Sophie, smiling cunningly.

“What do you want?” paul asked, a little desperate because all the threats never mempan or just make Sophie afraid. That woman always had a lot of cunning schemes that no one had ever thought of.

“I've given you everything,” said Paul, clutching Sophie's collar back. “All luxury, whatever you want I always grant it,” Paul tries to slow down his tone.

“Even acknowledge your son,” he added softly. He made sure Lukman didn't hear his last words.

“Martin is also your son, Paul,”

“Shut!!” paul snapped, pushing Sophie's body backwards. “Don't lie, Sophie. We never even touched, how could you be pregnant with my son?”

Sophie speechless. This time, his eyes were a little serious.

“Then prove,” respond. “Prove if Martin is not your son, and admit to everyone,” He walked up to Paul who is still overcome with emotion.

“Do you think people will sympathize with you when they find out about Martin?” challenge Sophie. “No, Dear. You're going to lose everything,”

This time it was Paul's turn to be silent. He exhaled, feeling quite desperate arguing with Sophie.

“What do you want?” paul asked, trying to end the debate.

Sophie smiled again. “Never think of divorcing me. I, Sophie Willis, will remain the number one woman of Paul Willis,”