The Savage Wife of Mr. Delon
ISTDS. A wound that cuts

The red ferrari car in Zifana is parked in front of the mansion. Delon quickly walked towards the main door. The door opened, he felt relieved. I wish Zifana was inside.

"Zie, Zifana? Where are you Zie?"

His voice echoed calling Zifana.

"There is no Zifana here De," Andreas said.

Andreas who heard Delon's voice immediately approached his young master. He just got here ten minutes ago.

Delon was surprised, why is Andreas here? Where's Zifana? How can the car driven by Zifana be at home, but there is no Zifana?

"Then, who's taking the car?" he asked Andreas with his cold voice. His look was intimidating.

"I took him, someone brought a car to ZA earlier," Andreas said looking panicked as well.

Delon rubbed his face rough, his heart was very tight. Mournfully. Her tears were stuck in her eyes. Thought an STNK and also BPKB also certified Zif bontique on behalf of Zifana manda brought Andreas.

Yesterday he asked Andreas to drive him, he wanted to give the important documents and also a certificate to Zifana as a gift for their new sheet.

"Zifana," said Delon.

Don't know where else he's gonna look. Delon calls Willy's cell phone, but Willy has no idea where Zifana is because he just left town.

Delon clenched his hand giving a punch to the wall. It caused a bloody wound to his fist. Andreas was silent.

Delon let out a long sigh, running up one by one the stairs, his steps were slow, slow, his chest was tight to accept the reality that was so draining his mind. Her tears were completely unstoppable, falling down her cheeks.

Andreas stared at Delon's back which was getting lost from his sight.

Delon opened the door, stepped inside his room. She cried in regret, the pain she felt. After knowing the fact he was lied to, after knowing the fact Elijah was not his daughter, now he must accept the fact that the loss of his legitimate wife. A patient wife faces it. A wife who is able to make her happy, a wife who always gives comfort in every breath.

The shadow of Zifana was in the corner of this room, but there was no Zifana in her bed, no one welcomed her.

"Arghhhhh" Delon hit the wall leaving blood there. He was crying in laughter. Crying in the wound.

Delon walked towards the wardrobe, Zifana's clothes were still neatly arranged in it. He rubbed his face rough.

Delon walked up to his wife's dresser, a few hours ago Zifana was still sitting here combing her hair and putting her face on.

Delon landed his butt on the chair, stretched out his hand taking a picture frame of Zifana smiling. He wiped his tears, clutched tightly the picture frame.

"Go, I don't want to see your face in front of me! his own words were in his brain. Gave wounds.

"Zifana, I'm sorry. Come back, if you know I just wanted to start a new chapter with you. I'm sorry Zifa" she said amid a burst of laughter amid her cries.

I wanted to punish myself for all his mistakes. Delon felt like a stupid human being. Zifana left because of her, she unceasingly blamed herself.

"If I had known before, I wouldn't have done this to you. You know, my position was very difficult before I knew the truth. I'd like to say you're my only wife, but on the other hand I feel like an evil father if I keep Elijah away from his mother. But it turns out that reality hurts so much, you and I sacrificed for something that should not be our duty and that was because of my stupidity" Delon said, staring at the photo of Zifana.

Delon continued to cry, regretful, but his regret could never return Zifana to be present in front of him.

"Where did you go Zifa? Where do you carry the wounds I create in your every breath? I love you Zifana, I love you. I'm sorry, where are you? Don't punish me like this Zifana? You can hit me, you can kill my*h though. Come back Zifa,"

Delon laughed laughing at himself, but he also cried in the middle of his laughter while wiping the picture frame of Zifana smiling as if mocking him. Regret always brings wounds, regret also does not bring the situation as before.

Delon took the phone in his pocket, tried several times to call Zifana's number. But still just calling like a few calls ago. Delon closed his eyes, followed by tears that were still faithful to flow accompanied his grief.

Delon glanced at her phone and saw her wedding photo with Vely. Delon erased all the galleries about her and Vely. Elijah? However, the little girl knew nothing.

Delon clenched his hands Vely and Steve? They were the masterminds in every wound he created for Zifana.

Delon grabbed his phone, no longer could he wait for news of the destruction of the two demons.

"You take all his clients, destroy his company. Then, bring them an hour from now before me!" delon said with an intimidating cold look. It looks like Andreas hasn't done anything yet so he asked Marvel's Raditia Dika to take care of it.

"You have to pay for every wound you make" Delon said. Delon glanced back at the photo of Zifana smiling at him.

"I'm sorry, my Lovely Wife," she wrote.

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