Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 118 Love is the most beautiful thing to me?

Edward and his family came to the final trial. Pounding waiting for the decision that had been awaited from Edward's side. On the other hand, Soraya was more silent. They looked tense, probably because they felt defeat was coming. Soraya's lawyer's face was buckled in reading paper after paper in front of her. While Soraya herself looked to the left right while returning the smiles of those who were directed at her. He looked ordinary, but his net radiance seemed unsettled.

Mama Claudia held Deya's hand tightly. Encourage him. Papa Adam himself could not attend because he replaced Edward to meet with important clients. He told his son to focus on this divorce issue alone because it had an effect on their company. Fortunately, Soraya's parents now do not have a stake there so there is no upheaval in the company's leadership structure.

The judge starts coming in, the trial starts. Everyone fell silent listening solemnly to the decision letter read out by the lawyer.

"With this Soraya and Edward Xavier officially divorced." Tap the hammer sounds three times.

"Alkhamdulillah." Edward offered gratitude while Mama Claudia hugged Deya tightly.

" Happy Deya. Mama's happy." The middle-aged woman was relieved by the judge's decision. Then the thing that became the atmosphere again tense is the reading of child custody decisions.

"In light of the mental illness suffered by Mrs Soraya, we have decided to leave the childcare to Mr. Edward Xavier."

This time Edward cried day and was happy. His efforts and patience were not in vain. He hugged his solidly working lawyers, thanking them a lot.

Then read the treasure gono-gini. Edward gave Soraya a lot of money and possessions which made her a rich widow.

Soraya herself did not care about what Edward gave her. He was already rich enough not to need with the treasure. His defeat made his heart shake. He immediately walked out of the room after the trial was over without looking to the left right.

Arriving outside the reporter began to ask about the truth of the news that circulated if he suffered from mental disorders. Soraya who was in a state of unease and depressed, pushed the reporter who tried to squeeze in front of him, blocking the road with resentment and annoyance.

"You can't give me the space and time to breathe just a little. This decision is very hard on my chest and I beg you not to bother me. I'm sorry if I'm rude but I beg you to understand!" Soraya cupped both hands in her chest. Then go in his car.

Some of the reporters who did not accept his colleague were encouraged by Soraya cheered him.

"If there were no us you wouldn't be this famous either" one of the reporters shouted.

"It is only fitting that he be divorced, his attitude is very bad. Unlike her husband's second wife despite being cornered and injured by a stone throw, she was still polite."

"If you don't give any evidence" said another.

"Yes, the family never gave any statement. But the judge's decision to win Soraya's husband's side makes us sure who's wrong in this household divorce."

"Unlike the news we've been writing all this time."

"It would be great if we were to explore more of Soraya's household. Especially if you can interview her husband exclusively, surely we can get big news."

"I don't think it can. You know for yourself Mr. Edward Xavier is no ordinary person and they usually close their private meetings."

They nodded. They fell silent and ran when they saw Deya and Edward walking to the car.

"You're right" replied the other reporter.

Deya walked in Edward's arms, not wanting past events to repeat themselves. The reporters began to make their way difficult. Edward and Deya were silent until one of the reporters asked about the incident yesterday.

"Madamma are you going to imprison the old man who threw you with a rock yesterday?"

Deya was stunned, then looked at Edward. "I've been looking for that guy and I put him in jail."

"Woman or man?"

"A 35-year-old woman, her mistress... " Satria whispered to Deya. "She's the woman Soraya paid to do that. The demo guy also pays for it."

Deya let out a long breath. "I think it's just a misunderstanding. She misunderstood thinking I was a very evil antagonist actress. So that's why he vented that frustration on me. But he doesn't know what really happened. I don't need to forgive him because he's innocent. He just doesn't know. I'm going to ask my husband to release her. He must have had a family that needed him, it would be unfair if just because a small mistake made him languish in prison whereas many people make the big mistake of remaining free because they have money and power. Can manipulate circumstances" Deya told Soraya in a statement.

"If anyone says I'm so mean because I'm happy with my husband's divorce, that's your right. My right is to ask my husband to legally marry me. If it's wrong then forgive me for not being a saint for loving a married man" Deya said, bluntly and flabbergasting.

Deya then walked again leaving the reporters who were still asking a lot of questions. He got into the car with Edward.

"You okay?" ask Edward. Deya nodded into Edward's arms and cried.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" ask Edward to worry. Holding Deya's chin so she can see her face.

"I didn't expect to be able to stand up straight to this day. Though if you think the attack bertubi netizen it makes my heart down and I often feel unable to face. However, seeing your persistence and the wounds that Zahra got from Mbak Aya's treatment kept me going. I appreciate your struggle for me it's proof of your love. It impressed me."

"I also don't want Zahra to suffer anymore and want to provide warmth and happiness in a family that he didn't get from Mas and Mbak Aya's marriage. She deserves to smile and enjoy her day without feeling pressured."

Edward hugged Deya tightly. "Thank you for coming into my life."

"You've said that too often."

"And I will continue to do so."

"Sometimes I think that if it wasn't you who came to pay me that night, I don't know what my next fate would be. My honor and pride as a woman would no longer exist. However, you gave me everything I needed. Money, my family life is also the warmth of love. Now you've raised my pride from being an actor to being a wife in front of a crowd. You are not ashamed to introduce me in the eyes of the world as your wife when I am only a woman from the bottom, I have also been a cheap woman. So who should be thanking me is me."

"It's over!"

"You were never a cheap woman Deya because from the beginning you were only mine. You leave everything to me, so I'll take care of it with all my heart." Deya stared into the bead of dark eyes in front of her.

"I don't see where you're from because I know you're worth more than a diamond. You're more beautiful than a rainbow in the sky. You don't have anything to do with anything because I love you for who you are" said Edward, who made Deya's heart flower as it flew over the clouds.