Clara looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was already so beautiful and dazzling in a strapless wedding gown that her slender curves couldn't be hidden, there were heart-patterned stitches all over the white dress showing off her smooth shoulders. The girl who had become the wife of Nathanael William Rudolf was ready to go downstairs to welcome guests and the groom who was waiting in the hotel ballroom.
"Ehmmm...." someone spoke, causing Clara to look back and see Patricia coming towards her.
"Patricia..."
"Beautiful ... no wonder Nathan prefers you over me," said Patricia with a cynical smile.
Clara looked at Patria who started discussing their love rivalry. "Patricia... Please don't bring this up again. Don't disturb my happiness with Nathan after you used your daughter as your weapon to get him. No matter how much you try, you will never separate us!" she shouted sternly.
"Hmm, I've never used my daughter as a tool to snatch Nathan from you. You are too stupid ... you still want to marry him even though he had raped me to make me pregnant ... here I am the victim. You should have realized that he should marry me, not you!" cried Patricia furiously, pushing Clara into a corner on the dresser.
"Patricia, you have no right to judge Nathan, because he never raped you on purpose... he was drunk!" cried Clara in annoyance.
"Drunk, I don't think he's drunk! I think he did it on purpose because he wanted to ruin my future!" said Patricia, still blaming Nathan. "He should be responsible for what he did to me, not marry you! You should be aware that the ones who are allowed to him are me and our child, not you!"
"PATRICIA!" someone called from the door.
Immediately Clara and Patricia turned towards the door and saw Nathan walking towards them with a very angry look. The man looked dignified in a white tuxedo suit with a bow tie, but he looked grim because he was angry.
"Never disturb my wife or I will throw you out of my house!" Nathan shouted angrily pulling Patricia away from Clara. He turned to look at Clara who looked depressed. "Honey, what has she done to you, did she hurt you?" he asked.
"No, I'm fine," Clara replied, shaking her head reassuringly. "We'd better go to the party now. I'm sure many of our friends have come waiting for us," she continued.
"Okay, that's better than talking to a cunning woman like her," Nathan said, glancing at Patricia with hatred.
"Alright, don't worry about it anymore...I'm okay," Clara exclaimed then immediately put her arm around Nathan's left arm, then led him to walk out of the white room.
Patricia glared hatefully at Nathan and Clara. The woman wearing a red dress with open shoulders and clench her fist as if she wanted to hit them but she couldn't because her position was unsafe.
"Just watch, I'm sure mommy will make tonight the worst night for you, Nathan!" She said angrily. Hemm ... what is being planned by her mother?
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Nathan and Clara walked down the hotel corridor until they came to a staircase that led to a ballroom that had been beautifully decorated with a white beach theme and was already crowded with guests. The man led his wife to the center of the hall, right under the chandelier that hung so beautifully in golden white.
"Forget what happened earlier, and now dance with me, honey," Nathan said as he kissed the back of Clara's right hand.
Clara glanced around at the multitude of conglomerate guests, noting her companionship with Nathan, then she took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. She nodded and Nathan immediately pulled her waist so that their bodies were very close to each other's foreheads.
"Don't pay attention to them. Keep looking into my eyes and pretend it's just you and me... I don't like you looking at them, because you are mine, your world should only be glued to me," Nathan cried with a low moan.
Clara nodded slowly and immediately wrapped her arms around Nathan's neck, which slowly moved as the strains of Taylor Swift's song Lover began to reverberate in the majestic ballroom.
Occasionally Clara spun around and immediately fell into Nathan's arms until Nathan lowered his head to kiss her lips for a moment and the guests cheered. Clara, who was still shy, could only hide her face in Nathan's broad chest. happiness was visible on their faces as newlyweds, regardless of the people staring at them.
From a distance, where the food was served, Liora, who was Patricia's mother, looked hatefully at Nathan and Clara's togetherness. She hates all people who seem happy with their togetherness because she wants Nathan to marry Patricia so that she can continue to live in luxury under the auspices of Nathan's family which is the extended family of her late husband.
'Just watch, in a few minutes I will make you unhappy, even your happiness will end forever,' she thought with a sly smile. I don't know what she will do, it seems she is a poisonous woman.
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In a red car driven by a driver, Casey sat in awe while staring at the window, gazing at the night atmosphere sparkling by the lights that illuminate the streets, vehicles, or surrounding buildings.
"He hasn't even called me yet," Casey mumbled as she stared at her phone that she had been holding in her lap. The 25-year-old girl already looks so elegant in a dark blue dress with an open right shoulder, a cleavage on the right thigh, and polishing her face with rather thick make-up. She also puts a butterfly-shaped hair clip above her right ear, wears a blossom-scented perfume, and 13 cm high red heels that will make her taller and elegant.
"Miss, it looks like the brakes of this car have failed," said the driver in a panic.
Casey suddenly frowned, staring ahead where the driver was driving.
"What do you mean... Brakes aren't working?" She asked frantically, holding on because the car was starting to sway.
"Yeah, this doesn't work at all!" replied the driver frantically, trying to control the car moving faster because it was on the road for generations, even going to reach a bridge.
"Oh my God. How's this?"
"Miss, this car is getting out of control!"
"Ben, do something!" Casey exclaimed frantically.
The driver named Ben kept trying to control Casey's car, swerving to avoid other vehicles in front of him until he finally got out of control because the streets were quite busy.
Brakk... Brakk
The car rolled over several times until it finally stopped hitting the bridge divider with an overturned condition and the door open. Casey was unconscious with her head covered in blood, even the steering wheel where the driver was damaged and it was certain that the driver was dead.
'Clara... I don't think I can witness your happiness... or maybe it's better because I don't want to be jealous... because my life is full of hypocrisy and mental suffering,' Casey thought as she regained consciousness and felt pain all over her body. . .her eyes closed, imagining the good times with Michael. 'Maybe if I die, you can value time more, spending time with people who love you than your job...'
Slowly ... .Casey regained consciousness until other motorists, a team of police, firefighters, and an ambulance came to help her.
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