Part 1:

I was shocked.

All this time, my husband, Deki, had claimed I had a dangerous tumor.

Yet he had deliberately falsified my medical records and wanted to get rid of me.

In half an hour, I was supposed to undergo tumor surgery.

Suddenly, a nurse named Anggun whispered in panic, “Ma’am, hurry home.

Your husband is getting married again right now.”
I immediately called my younger brother, Tino.

Yet who could have imagined that, as it was about to take place, a terrible incident would make Deki regret his actions for the rest of his life?

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My name is Renita. 2 years ago, I married Deki, the man who once promised to always protect me, no matter what.

Back then, we had nothing.

We only owned a small Madura shop measuring 4 × 6 m, with simple shelves and a limited supply of merchandise.

I still remember how we started everything.

Every morning, I woke up early to prepare the merchandise.

Afterward, I helped Deki serve customers until nighttime.

Often, we could only rest once our entire bodies ached.

One night, I counted the sales money while fighting hunger.

We had only enough to buy rice and a few household necessities.

I cried quietly because our life felt so difficult.

But Deki held me and said, “Be patient, Renita.

One day, we’ll have a big store.

I want you to live comfortably.

You won’t have to keep exhausting yourself like this.”

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Part 2:
I believed his words.

To help our business, I was even willing to cut back on my personal needs.

Whenever we made a little profit, I preferred buying additional merchandise to buying new clothes.
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For me, seeing our business grow was a source of happiness in itself.

Little by little, our hard work paid off.

The small shop grew busier.

Customers who had initially bought only cigarettes and everyday necessities began coming for rice, cooking oil, sugar, eggs, and various other household supplies.

Two years later, our business had grown much larger than I had ever imagined.

Deki managed to buy the land beside the shop, then built a larger grocery store.

Our revenue had even reached Rp200 million per month.

I still remember the day Deki asked me to stand with him in front of the newly completed store.

He put his arm around my shoulders and smiled proudly.
“Look, Renita.

We’ve finally made it this far.

All of this is the result of our hard work together.”
I cried with happiness when I heard him.

In my heart, I felt like the luckiest woman because I had stood beside my husband from the time he had nothing until he became as successful as he was now.

Unfortunately, I did not realize that our happiness was slowly beginning to change.

At first, the changes in Deki seemed minor.

He used to discuss the sales with me, but now he counted the money alone more often.

The income and expense ledger I usually kept in the cupboard at home began being taken to the store and handed to his trusted employee.

When I asked about it, Deki answered casually.
“It’s safer this way, Renita.

Our store is big now.

If we bring all the records home, I’m afraid they might get lost.

You don’t need to worry about it.

Let me handle it.”
I nodded.

I did not want to be seen as a wife who was too suspicious of her own husband.

However, one thing began making me feel like a stranger.

Deki came home late more and more often.

He said he had to check inventory, meet suppliers, or handle payments to distributors.

I tried to understand how busy he was.

Even when he canceled our dinner plans several times, I still tried to smile.

I thought perhaps this was simply what life became when a business grew.

There were more responsibilities, less time for family, and we had to learn to adjust.

I never imagined that behind all that busyness, something was being deliberately hidden from me.

Until one afternoon, when I was sitting at the checkout counter, checking some newly arrived merchandise.

I saw Deki talking on the phone near the storeroom.

At first, I paid no attention, until I accidentally heard him mention a woman’s name.
“Relax.

I’ve prepared everything.

You don’t need to worry.

Everything will be settled soon.”
As soon as he noticed me, Decki ended the call.

I looked at him and asked, “Who was that, honey?”
He answered too quickly.
“A supplier.

There’s a delivery problem.”
I nodded, but for some reason, I felt uneasy.

Decky had never looked nervous when receiving a call from a supplier before.

Even so, I reassured myself again that perhaps I was simply too tired.

That night, after Deki fell asleep, I looked at his face for a long time.

I still loved that man just as I had when we first married.

I still believed that everything we owned had been built on honesty and our shared struggles.

I did not know that, at the same time, Decky had already begun making plans that would destroy my trust.

A few weeks after that incident, I began finding much bigger irregularities.

Our store’s revenue suddenly dropped sharply.

Strangely, the store remained as busy as usual.

We also carried an increasingly complete range of merchandise.

Yet whenever I asked about the sales money, Dei gave answers that left me even more confused.

At the time, I did not know that the decline in revenue was more than a business problem.

Money was disappearing.

Another woman was waiting for Deki to fulfill his promise, and there was a secret that would soon drag me into a hospital.

A secret that would make me believe I was fighting a deadly illness.

Meanwhile, the person I trusted most was preparing the greatest betrayal of my life.

By the time I finally learned who that woman was, it was too late for anything to return to the way it had been.

At first, I thought the store’s declining revenue was simply caused by changing prices or customers having less money to spend.

I tried to think positively, especially because Deki always said that running a large business inevitably came with ups and downs.

However, as the days passed, the sales figures he gave me only made me more anxious.

In the first month, Decky said our revenue was only about Rp100 million.

The following month, the amount dropped again.

Eventually, for 4 consecutive months, he claimed the store was bringing in only Rp50 million to Rp60 million per month.

I truly could not understand it.

Whenever I was at the store, there was hardly ever a moment when it was completely quiet.

Early in the morning, people came to buy rice, cooking oil, and kitchen necessities.

Toward midday, several small shop owners came to purchase goods to resell.

In the afternoon, customers buying household necessities kept arriving.

Where was all the money going?

One night, after the employees had gone home, I approached Deki, who was sitting at the checkout counter looking at his phone.
“Honey, I want to ask about this month’s sales.”
Deki did not look up immediately.

He gave only a brief reply.
“What is it now, Renita?”
I tried to keep my voice from sounding accusatory.
“I’m just confused.

Our store is busy every day, and we sell a lot of merchandise.

Why has the revenue fallen this much?

Is there a problem with customer payments?”
Deki put down his phone and let out a long breath, as though my question were an additional burden he did not want to face.
“I’ve already told you.

A lot of people now only come to look around.

They ask about prices and pick up the merchandise, but end up buying somewhere else.

You’re not watching every transaction all the time.”
I fell silent.

Not because his answer made sense, but because the way he spoke made me feel as though I did not understand the business I had helped build.

I tried to explain that I saw plenty of merchandise leaving the store every day.

However, Deki accused me of interfering too much in the finances.
“This business is big now.

If you keep questioning every decision I make, when am I supposed to work in peace?”
His words left me speechless.

I was not trying to take control of the business.

I only wanted to know whether we were losing money or whether there was a problem that needed to be fixed immediately.

To me, if times were genuinely difficult, we could find a way through them together.

Instead, Deki made me feel guilty for asking.

That night, I went home with a heavy heart.

I tried to calm myself, then thought that perhaps my husband was under pressure from business problems I did not fully understand.

Unfortunately, my suspicions did not end there.

Several days later, I arrived at the store early to help check the inventory.

I found several items that, according to the records, should still have been available in large quantities, but the actual stock was much lower.

I asked one of the employees, a man named Rico.
“Sir, has all the cooking oil that arrived last week already sold out?”
Rico looked confused before answering.
“Not as far as I know, ma’am.

There were still several boxes in the storeroom yesterday, but Mr.

Deki ordered them moved.

I’m not sure where they were taken.”
His answer left me silent.

Moved where?

Why had Deki never told me?

I wanted to ask more, but Rico looked uncomfortable.

He kept glancing toward the back room, as though afraid someone might overhear our conversation.

Eventually, I let him return to work.

From that day on, I began noticing small things I had never paid attention to before.

There were merchandise deliveries I had never recorded myself.

Payments to suppliers varied in amount.

Decky even brought home a bag of documents several times and immediately put it in a cupboard that only he could now open.

I began feeling like a stranger in my own business.

Yet I still remembered how hard we had struggled in the beginning.

I knew what it felt like to count small change to buy more merchandise.

I knew how many nights we had spent tending the shop.

That was why seeing our business seemingly lose its direction made my chest tighten.

I wanted to save what we had built.

Yet every time I tried to get closer, Deki pulled farther away.

It came to a head when I quietly checked the bank account we usually used for the store’s expenses.

I could not find the amount that should have remained after several days of sales.

There were several large outgoing transactions.

Some of the money had been transferred to an account I did not recognize.

I tried to find out more, but I did not have access to the full details.

When Deki discovered that I was checking the transaction records, his expression changed immediately.
“What are you doing?”
His voice startled me.
“I just want to know what our store’s money is being used for, honey.

There are several transactions I don’t recognize.”
Deki immediately took the phone from my hand.
“Those are merchandise payments and supplier matters.

Don’t go making accusations when you don’t know anything.”
I stared at him.

In two years of marriage, I had never seen him so angry simply because I asked about business money.
“If it’s really for the store, why can’t I know?” I asked quietly.

Deki fell silent for a moment.

Then he said coldly, “Because you don’t have to interfere in everything.”
Those words hurt more than his shouting.

I went into the bedroom without continuing the argument.

That night, I cried alone.

Not simply because I was afraid of losing money, but because I was beginning to realize that the trust I had given him might have been one-sided all along.

I had always been open with Deki.

If I bought something for the house, I told him.

If money needed to be spent, I discussed it with him first.

Yet now, just to learn the condition of the business I had built with him, I had to feel like someone doing something wrong.

I did not know what my husband was planning.

I also did not know who owned the account receiving that money.

However, one thing was becoming clear.

Deki was hiding more than a business problem.

There was something far more personal, something he wanted to conceal so badly that he was willing to make his own wife feel worthless.

The next day, when I accidentally spotted a jewelry-store receipt tucked inside his car, my suspicions began turning toward the possibility I had feared most.

The purchase was not something for the store.

It was a ring in a size that was not mine.

I still remembered the ring I had found in Deki’s car.

Ever since seeing that jewelry-store receipt, my mind had been filled with possibilities.

I wanted to ask him directly, but I was afraid his answer would destroy the marriage I had been trying so hard to preserve.

Eventually, I chose to remain silent and wait for the right time.

However, before I found the courage to discuss the ring, something else happened that changed my life drastically.

That night, I was putting clothes away when my stomach suddenly began hurting.

At first, it felt like the burning pain I usually experienced when my stomach condition flared up.

I tried sitting down and controlling my breathing, hoping the pain would soon ease.

A few minutes later, however, it grew much worse.

My stomach felt as though it were being stabbed repeatedly.

Cold sweat began soaking my neck, while both my hands trembled from the pain.

I tried to stand and get some water, but my legs felt so weak that I nearly fell.

Deki, who had just come out of the bathroom, immediately came over.
“Renita, what’s wrong?”
I could only clutch my stomach while fighting back tears.
“Honey, it hurts so much.

I can’t take it.”
Deki helped me lie down.

He looked panicked, then picked up his phone and said he would call someone.

I did not know whom he called because the pain made it difficult to concentrate.

After the call ended, he sat beside me with a serious expression.
“Renita, there’s something you need to know.

Some time ago, I actually consulted someone about your condition.”
I turned toward him with difficulty.
“Consulted someone about what?

Honey, which doctor?”
Deki rubbed his face before answering.
“From the examination I arranged, they said there were signs of a tumor in your abdomen.

That’s why I’ve been worried.”
I immediately fell silent.
“A tumor.”
The word felt both unfamiliar and terrifying.

I had often suffered from stomach problems since childhood, but no one had ever told me that there was a dangerous illness inside my body.
“Honey, has a doctor ever told me that?

Why didn’t I know?”
Deki held my hand.
“Because I didn’t want you to panic.

I was also still hoping the results wouldn’t show anything serious, but they said it could be dangerous if left untreated.”
I looked at his face, trying to find certainty in every word he spoke.
“Then I really do have a tumor?”
Deki nodded slowly.
“That’s why you need further examinations right away.

I don’t want to lose you, Renita.”
His last sentence brought tears to my eyes.

In the middle of such terrible pain, I actually felt guilty for having thought that Decky had become a cold husband.

I thought perhaps he truly was dealing with many problems, while I had not even known that my own body was in danger.

I held his hand tightly.
“Honey, if I really am seriously ill, please don’t leave me.

I’m scared.”
Deki immediately hugged me.
“I won’t.

I’ll stay with you until you recover.”
I cried against his chest.

At that moment, I truly believed that this man was still the safest person for me to lean on.

I did not know that the embrace that felt so comforting might actually be part of the lie he was constructing.

The next day, Deki took me for an examination.

Strangely, however, I never really had a lengthy conversation with the doctor who supposedly already knew my condition.

Deki handled most of the arrangements.

He submitted the documents, spoke to the staff, and explained the results to me after we left the examination room.

According to Deki, I needed to be admitted to the hospital before the operation.

I asked for time to think.
“Honey, shouldn’t we get another doctor’s opinion?

I’m still confused.

All this time, I’ve only known that I have a stomach condition.”
Deki’s expression immediately darkened.
“Do you want to wait until your condition gets worse?

I’ve been trying to find a way to get you treated quickly.

Why are you doubting me now?”
I fell silent.

Not because I was completely convinced, but because I did not want an argument to make the situation more complicated.

The pain that still came from time to time also made it difficult to think clearly.

Eventually, I went along with his decision.

The day came for me to leave for the hospital.

I packed some clothes, toiletries, and personal belongings in a bag.

As I looked inside the wardrobe, my gaze stopped on our wedding photograph, which was still displayed on the table.

I picked it up and wiped its surface.

In the photograph, Deki was smiling broadly while holding my hand.

I still remembered the promise he had made when we married: whatever happened, we would face our difficulties together.

I held the photograph against me briefly before returning it to its place.

For some reason, that night I felt afraid not only because I might undergo surgery, but also because something in my marriage seemed to be slowly disappearing.

Deki came over and said the car was ready.
“Everything’s ready.

Let’s leave now.”
I nodded and followed him.

Throughout the drive to the hospital, I silently watched the road through the window.

Deki occasionally asked whether I was still in pain, but he spent most of his time receiving messages on his phone.

Once, I saw him smile slightly while reading one of those messages.

When I asked who was contacting him, he immediately turned off the screen and answered that it was only store business.

I did not have the energy to ask further.

When we arrived at the hospital, I was taken to an inpatient room.

Deki helped place my bag beside the bed, then said he needed to return to the store to finish some matters.
“I’ll come back tomorrow.

Just rest.

Don’t think too much.”
I nodded, although I actually wanted to ask him to stay.

I was afraid of facing the examinations alone, but I also could not bear to interfere with his work.

Before leaving, Deki kissed my forehead.
“I’m doing all of this for you.”
Those words kept echoing after he left the room.

I tried to close my eyes, but the pain and anxiety made it difficult to sleep.

I began imagining various possibilities about my illness, the operation I would have to undergo, and a future I might not get to enjoy with my husband.

I even prayed for the chance to recover and return to the life I had known.

However, in the middle of the night, when I woke up to get some water, I saw a folded document among the belongings Deki had brought earlier.

Apparently, the document had been left in my bag.

I slowly unfolded it.

There were several medical notes I did not understand, but one section stunned me.

It contained information about a suspected swallowed foreign object.

Something I could never remember happening to me.

I read the sentence repeatedly, trying to understand what it meant.

I had never swallowed rusty iron.

I had also never told anyone that anything like that had happened.

Where had that information come from?

My hands began feeling cold.

For the first time, I felt that my fear might not be only about the illness I was facing.

There was a possibility that someone had provided false information about me.

I immediately folded the document again and put it away.

At that moment, I did not dare draw a conclusion.

I only knew that I needed an explanation directly from a doctor before undergoing any procedure.

I did not yet know that the following morning, a nurse would arrive with news far more painful than all my fears that night.

News that would make me question not only that document, but all the trust I had placed in Deki.

That night, I could hardly sleep.

The document I had found in my bag kept returning to my mind.

It mentioned a rusty foreign object that I had supposedly swallowed, even though nothing like that had ever happened to me.

I wanted to ask the doctor immediately, but it was already too late at night.

In the end, I could only place the document inside the small drawer beside the bed and try to calm myself.

I tried to convince myself that perhaps there had been an administrative mistake.

The document might belong to another patient, or there might be information that no one had yet had time to explain to me.

Deep down, however, I was beginning to feel afraid.

If it was merely an ordinary mistake, why had Deki never explained anything to me directly?

The following morning, a nurse came to check on me.

Her name was Anggun.

She was probably not much different in age from me.

From the first time I saw her, her face seemed familiar, but I did not remember ever meeting her personally.

Anggun checked my IV and asked whether I was still in pain.

When she finished, she stood beside the bed for a moment, looking at me.
“Excuse me, ma’am.

You’re the owner of the large grocery store near the neighboring housing development, aren’t you?”
I was a little surprised.
“Yes, miss.

How did you know?”
Anggun gave a faint smile.
“I shop there often.

I remember your face.”
I returned her smile.

For a moment, that simple conversation made me feel a little calmer.

At least, in the unfamiliar surroundings of the hospital, someone recognized me.

Anggun continued her work.

Before leaving, however, she asked whether my husband would be coming that morning.

I answered that Deki was probably still taking care of the store.

Anggun said nothing more.

She simply nodded and left the room.

I did not know that something was actually on her mind.

Toward midday, when the room had grown quiet, Anggun returned.

This time, she did not immediately check my IV.

She slowly closed the door, then approached the side of the bed with a much more serious expression.
“Mrs.

Renita, I need to tell you something, but you have to stay calm first, all right?”
I immediately felt uneasy.
“What is it, ma’am?

Have my examination results come back?”
Anggun shook her head.
“It isn’t about that, ma’am.

This is about your husband.”
My heart began beating faster.

About Deki?

I did not understand why Anggun suddenly wanted to discuss my husband.

However, looking at her expression, I sensed that something was unusual.

She pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed.
“Ma’am, I actually saw your husband at the store last night.

I happened to stop by to buy a few things.

I saw him with a woman.”
I stared at Anggun without blinking.
“Perhaps she was a business associate, miss.

My husband often meets people because of the store.”
Anggun sighed.
“I thought so at first, too.

But their conversation made me suspicious.

They were discussing preparations for a marriage ceremony taking place today.”

I felt as though I had just heard something impossible.

A marriage ceremony?

I tried to give a small laugh, hoping Anggun had misheard.
“Perhaps they were talking about someone else’s wedding, miss.”
Anggun looked at me with tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.

I wish that were the case.

But I heard the woman ask when they could officially get married.

Your husband answered that everything was ready and that they would hold the ceremony today.”
My hands began trembling.

I wanted to deny it.

I wanted to say that Anggun must have mistaken him for someone else.

However, I knew my husband’s face very well.

I knew what his voice sounded like when he spoke.

And I could find no reason for Anggun to invent such a cruel story.
“Who is that woman, miss?”
“I don’t know her name, ma’am.

But they seemed very close.

The woman was even talking about where they would live after getting married.”
I lowered my head.

My tears simply fell.

All this time, I had still been trying to find reasons to justify the changes in Deki’s behavior.

I thought he was under pressure at work, tired, or perhaps thinking about the future of our business.

It turned out that he might have been preparing a life with another woman all along.

Anggun let me cry for a little while before continuing.
“There’s one more thing that made me even more worried, ma’am.

I heard them discussing money from the store.

Your husband said some of the wedding expenses had already been covered with business money.

He also said you wouldn’t be able to come because you were in the hospital.”
I immediately lifted my face.

Then my being in the hospital had already been taken into account.

I remembered how insistently Deki had urged me to be admitted.

I also remembered the document about the rusty foreign object I had never swallowed.

Suddenly, all those events seemed connected.

I reached for Anggun’s hand.
“Miss, please answer honestly.

Is it possible that my husband deliberately had me admitted here so he could get married without my knowing?”
Anggun was silent for a moment.
“I can’t say that for certain, ma’am.

I don’t know what is actually happening in your marriage.

But I felt you should know what I heard.”
I nodded while wiping away my tears.

Then I remembered something.

I told Anggun about the document I had found in my bag, especially the information about the rusty object I had supposedly swallowed.

Anggun looked startled.
“Ma’am, has a doctor ever explained those examination results directly to you?”
I shook my head.
“No.

My husband has been explaining everything.”
Anggun looked even more anxious.
“In that case, please don’t make any decisions based only on what someone tells you.

You need to ask for an explanation directly from the doctor treating you.

I’ll also help find out whom you can contact to get accurate information.”
I nodded slowly.

For the first time, someone had given me the courage to question something I had simply accepted all along.

However, the news about Deki’s wedding made it impossible for me to sit still any longer.

I imagined that woman wearing bridal clothes while my husband stood beside her and made the same promises he had made when he married me.

The difference was that, back then, I had stood beside him with a heart full of love.

Now, I did not even know whether I had ever truly known the man who had become my husband.

I picked up my phone and searched for my younger brother’s name, Tino.

My fingers trembled as I pressed the call button.

As soon as Tino answered, I tried to speak as calmly as possible.
“Tin, can you come to the hospital now?

Your sister needs your help.”
Tino immediately asked what had happened.

However, I could not yet bring myself to explain everything over the phone.

I only said there was something he needed to know about Deki.

After the call ended, I looked at Anggun, who was still standing beside the bed.
“Miss, I have to know the truth.

I don’t want to keep living in a lie.”
Anggun held my hand for a moment.
“You’re not alone.”
That simple sentence made me break into tears again.

I did not know what would happen to my marriage after that day.

I also did not yet know what was really happening inside my body.

However, one thing was certain.

I could no longer close my eyes simply to preserve a trust that might have been betrayed long ago.

When Tino arrived with news about the preparations for Deki’s wedding, I finally had to choose between remaining hidden in the hospital and facing the reality that had deliberately been concealed from me.

That choice would change my life forever.

I was still sitting on the hospital bed when Tino finally arrived.

As soon as he saw my swollen face, my younger brother came straight over and asked what had really happened.

I could not answer calmly.

I simply handed him the document I had found and told him about Deki’s wedding plans, which I had just learned from Anggun.

Tino read the document with a frown.
“Sis, this is strange.

If you really need surgery for a tumor, why haven’t you ever received an explanation directly from a doctor?”
I shook my head while crying.
“I don’t know either, Tin.

I just trusted my own husband.

I thought he was trying to save my life.”
Tino fell silent.

He knew how much I had sacrificed to build the business with Deki.

He also knew that I had always defended my husband whenever anyone questioned his behavior.

Now, however, everything felt different.

I looked at the wall clock.

Less than half an hour remained.

According to the schedule I had been given, I was supposed to undergo surgery.

Meanwhile, Decky was preparing to exchange marriage vows with another woman.

I felt as though my entire life was being played with.
“Tin, I want to go home.

I want to see for myself what Deki is doing.”
Tino immediately shook his head.
“Sis, don’t make a decision while you’re upset.

We have to make sure you’re medically all right first.

I also don’t want you doing something that ends up hurting you.”
I knew my younger brother was right.

At that moment, however, my mind was filled with pain and betrayal.

I felt that I had to do something immediately, before it was too late.

Anggun then returned to see us.

She explained that I needed to speak directly with a doctor before agreeing to any medical procedure.

I finally requested further examination and explanation, but my heart remained restless as I thought about Deki’s wedding.

Amid that confusion, I received a message from a number I did not recognize.

The message was brief.
“If you still consider Deki your husband, come to the store.

Today, he’s going to marry me.”
Below the message was a photograph of Deki standing beside a woman in party clothes.

My knees felt weak.

That woman was Vina, the person who had secretly been spending our business money with Deki.

I stared at the photograph for a long time.

There was no regret on my husband’s face.

Instead, he was smiling happily, as though he had never promised to stay beside me through difficult times.

My tears fell, but this time, I did not cry as I had before.

Something inside me had changed.

I asked Tino to take me to the store after making sure I was well enough to leave the hospital.

Tino reminded me again not to act rashly.

However, I insisted that I wanted to face the truth myself.

Throughout the journey, I simply watched the road.

I remembered all the nights we had counted the sales money, all the merchandise I had helped arrange, and all the personal wishes I had postponed to expand the business.

Now, the money that should have represented our shared struggle was suspected of being used to finance Deki’s wedding to another woman.

When we arrived near the store, I saw several guests’ vehicles parked outside.

Simple decorations had been put up.

From a distance, I could hear the master of ceremonies welcoming arriving guests.

I stood inside the car with my chest tight.

That was where I had once stood with Deki after we bought the additional land.

That was where he had once said that our success was the result of our struggle together.

Now, the same place was witnessing his betrayal.

In my distress, I made a decision I had never imagined making.

I deliberately started a fire in the storage area using paper, then moved away as the flames began growing.

As soon as I saw smoke rising from the back of the store, I realized that my actions had crossed a line.

I wanted to destroy Deki’s lies, but that fire could hurt innocent people.

I could even lose the only business that had been such an important part of my own life.

Tino immediately contacted his team to request firefighting assistance.

The firefighters moved quickly toward the location.

While the wedding guests screamed in panic and tried to get away from the building, Deki, who had been preparing for the marriage ceremony, immediately ran off, leaving Vina behind.
“The store!

Please save my store!”
He grabbed a bucket and tried to put out the fire, but the flames were becoming increasingly difficult to control.

His face turned pale as he watched some of the merchandise begin to burn.

I stood some distance away, watching the chaos caused by my own decision.

For a moment, I wanted to scream and confess everything.

However, I also knew that what Deki had done to me did not justify my endangering other people.

Soon afterward, the fire engines arrived.

Tino and his team immediately tackled the fire to keep it from spreading to the surrounding buildings.

I saw Deki step back when the firefighters began spraying water onto the burning section of the store.

The wedding ceremony he had prepared fell apart.

Vina cried while the guests scrambled to save themselves.

As the fire began coming under control, I stood near a fire engine with mixed emotions.

I had lost control of my feelings, and now I had to face the consequences of my own actions.

However, there was one thing Deki did not yet know.

The woman he thought he could push aside with lies was standing not far from him.

I took a deep breath, then walked toward the smoke-filled store.

When Deki finally turned toward me, I knew that our next encounter would never be the same.

When I took off my helmet in front of him, Deki’s face suddenly went pale.

Smoke was still rising from the back of the store as I approached Deki.

The firefighter’s uniform I was wearing felt heavy.

Not because of the material, but because all the pain I had kept inside had finally come together.

Deki stood in front of his store with a pale face.

The shirt he had worn for the marriage ceremony was now soaked with water.

Vina stood several steps behind him, crying while holding her water-splashed dress.

I stopped directly in front of my husband.

Slowly, I removed the helmet that had covered my face.

Deki’s eyes widened.
“Renita?”
His voice was barely audible.

He stared at me as though he were seeing someone who should not possibly have been there.
“Aren’t you still in the hospital?

Weren’t you supposed to have surgery today?”
I held back the tears beginning to fill my eyes.
“Do you still remember that you have a sick wife?

I thought you’d already forgotten.

You were clearly so busy preparing for your wedding that you didn’t have time to check how your own wife was doing.”
Deki looked to his right and left.

Several guests who had not yet gone home began watching us.

He moved closer and whispered irritably.
“Don’t make a scene here.

We’ll talk at home.”
I gave a small laugh, but there was no happiness in it.
“At home?

You still want to tell me to be quiet after everything you’ve done?”
Deki grabbed my arm.

I immediately pulled it away.
“Don’t touch me.”
My voice silenced him.

All this time, I had always tried to speak gently to him.

Even when he shouted at me, I usually chose to give in because I did not want our marriage to be filled with arguments.

That day, however, I could no longer pretend that everything was fine.

I stared at him.
“Deki, I want to ask you one thing.

All this time, have you truly considered me your wife, or just someone you used to build your wealth?”
His expression changed.
“Don’t talk nonsense.

You’re emotional.

I can explain everything.”
“Then explain it now.

Who?

Why are you marrying her while I’m in the hospital?

And why did you tell me I had a dangerous tumor when you never gave me a clear explanation from a doctor?”
Hearing her name mentioned, Vina immediately came closer.
“Wait.

You’re Deki’s wife?”
I turned toward her.
“Yes, I’m his legal wife.

I’ve lived with this man for two years.

I helped build the store that nearly burned down just now.

But I only found out today that he was planning to marry you.”
Vina stared at Deki in disbelief.
“You said your wife had been sick for a long time and that you no longer had a husband-and-wife relationship.

You said everything was over.”
Deki immediately interrupted her.
“Vina, stay out of this.

This is a matter within my marriage.”
However, Vina took several steps back.
“You’ve been lying to me all this time?”
I saw Deki grow increasingly uneasy.

For the first time, he could no longer control the conversation easily.

Two women whom he had been giving different stories were now standing before him, demanding the same answer.

The truth.

I took out the document I had kept before leaving the hospital.
“Look at this, Deki.

You said I swallowed a rusty object.

You said there was a dangerous tumor inside my body.

But I never received a direct explanation confirming any of it.

What are you actually hiding?”
Deki looked at the document, then tried to snatch it from my hand.

I immediately moved it away.
“Don’t take it.

I’m going to ask for an explanation directly from a doctor.

If it turns out you falsified information about my illness, I won’t let this matter simply end here.”
He fell silent.

His jaw tightened while his eyes kept moving, searching for a way out.

I began realizing that something bigger than a secret marriage was involved.

Deki was not only afraid of being caught having an affair.

He was also afraid I would discover the truth about our business money.

Suddenly, one of the store employees approached us.

His name was Rico, the person who had been helping manage the inventory.
“Mr.

Deki, I’m sorry, but there’s something I need to tell you.”
Deki turned sharply.
“Now isn’t the time, Rico.”
However, Rico looked both hesitant and frightened.
“This is important, sir.

Before the fire, I found several documents in the back room.

There are delivery records that don’t match the sales reports.

I also found proof of transfers to another account.”
I immediately looked at Rico.
“Whose account?”
Rico swallowed before answering.
“I’m not certain yet, ma’am.

But several of those transfers happened repeatedly.

The amounts are large.”
Deki suddenly shouted.
“Enough!

You don’t know anything about financial matters.”
Rico fell silent, but this time, he did not immediately leave.

Instead, he looked at me guiltily.
“I’m sorry, Mrs.

Renita.

The truth is, I’ve felt for a long time that something wasn’t right.

I was afraid of losing my job, so I chose to stay quiet.”
My chest tightened.

All this time, I had thought I was the only person blinded by trust.

It turned out that someone else had also seen the irregularities but remained silent out of fear.

I looked at Deki, who no longer dared to meet my gaze.
“Then I’m not the only person you’ve been lying to.”
He did not answer.

I wiped away the tears that finally fell.
“Deku, I don’t know what will happen to our marriage after today.

But I know one thing: I won’t let you keep controlling my life with lies.”
I turned to leave.

However, after only a few steps, I heard Deki call my name.
“Renita, wait.

You can’t just leave like this.”
I stopped but did not turn around.
“Why?

Are you afraid I’ll leave, or afraid I’ll discover everything you’ve been hiding?”
He did not answer.

I walked toward Tino, who was waiting near the fire engine.

My younger brother immediately came over and made sure I was all right.

At that moment, I realized that even though I had managed to expose Deki’s lies, I had not truly won.

I had to take responsibility for the fire, and my health still needed proper examination.

However, at least I now knew that I could no longer hand my entire life over to someone simply because I had once loved him.

Before leaving, I looked back once more.

Deki was still standing in front of the damaged store.

Vina had moved away from him, while Rico held documents that might uncover an even bigger secret.

I did not yet know how much money Deki had taken or how far he had manipulated information about my illness.

However, that night, I promised myself that I would find out everything.

I never imagined that the evidence I would discover next would be far more shocking than the secret wedding itself.

That night, I did not go straight home.

After the incident at the store, Tino took me back to the hospital to have my condition checked.

My stomach still hurt, while my mind remained filled with questions about Deki.

I no longer knew which of his words could be trusted: the documents he had shown me, the story about the tumor, even the reason I supposedly needed surgery.

Everything now seemed suspicious.

I only wanted one definite answer from a doctor, without anyone else interpreting or changing the information for me.

The next morning, I met the doctor handling my examination.

With a trembling voice, I explained what Dey had been telling me and showed the document I had found.

The doctor examined it carefully.

Then he looked at me seriously.
“Mrs.

Renita, based on the examinations available, I haven’t found grounds to conclude that you have a tumor as you were told.

We need to carry out further examinations to determine the cause of your abdominal pain.

We also need to verify the information about a swallowed foreign object.”
I fell silent.

All this time, I had been frightened by something that had not even been confirmed.

I covered my face with both hands.

I broke down crying in front of the doctor.

Not only because I was afraid of illness, but because the person who had made me so afraid was my own husband.

I asked whether the document I had brought really came from that hospital.

The doctor explained that its authenticity and source needed to be investigated further by the appropriate authorities.

I did not want to accuse anyone without evidence.

However, I could no longer ignore all the irregularities that had occurred.

After the examination, I called Tino and told him the results.

My younger brother asked me to rest, but I said there was one more thing I needed to settle.

I wanted to know where our business money had been going.

Over the following days, I began gathering documents that could still be salvaged from the store.

Some records had been damaged in the fire, but it turned out that Rico had saved copies of inventory reports and several transaction receipts before the incident.

As we examined them one by one, I found irregularities that made it difficult to believe my own eyes.

Several merchandise deliveries were recorded as paid, even though the suppliers said they had not received full payment.

There were also outgoing transactions to accounts I had never known about.

The amounts were not tens of thousands of rupiah, but tens to hundreds of millions across several transfers.

I gripped the papers tightly.
“Rico, how much money has been going out like this?”
Rico lowered his head.
“I don’t know the exact amount, ma’am.

I only know that several records don’t match the merchandise coming in and going out.

I was afraid to report it because Mr.

Deki controlled all the financial access.”
I let out a long breath.

All this time, I had thought the decline in revenue was caused by market conditions.

It turned out that some of our business money and merchandise might have been diverted without my knowledge.

However, the greatest shock came when Rico showed me a transfer receipt with a description stating that it was a down payment on a residence.

The recipient’s name was Vina.

I immediately remembered the ring I had once found in Deki’s car.

Apparently, our business money was suspected of being used not only to hold the wedding, but also to prepare their new life.

My chest tightened.

I had postponed buying clothes, cut back on personal necessities, and even continued working when my body was exhausted to keep our business growing.

Meanwhile, Deki was suspected of using the results of our struggle to build a life with another woman.

I wanted to be angry, but my tears fell uncontrollably instead.

Tino, who was sitting beside me, held my hand.
“Sis, let’s gather everything.

Don’t act alone again.

If there has been wrongdoing, let it be handled with clear evidence.”
I nodded.

This time, I did not want to make a decision simply out of anger.

I had already seen how one reckless act could damage something that was also part of my own life.

We then submitted copies of the relevant evidence to the authorities for follow-up.

I also provided information about the suspicious medical document so its authenticity could be examined.

I thought all of that was enough to explain Deki’s betrayal.

However, while I was examining the store’s last file, Rico found a small note tucked among the supplier documents.

The note contained a schedule of regular transfers to another account, in amounts much larger than the previous transactions.

When I looked at the dates, I froze.

Those transfers had begun several months before the store’s revenue started declining.

That meant Deki might have been planning everything long before I noticed the changes in his behavior.

I stared at the note for a long time.

Suddenly, something occurred to me that I had never considered.

If business money had been diverted for months, perhaps marrying Vina was not Deki’s only plan.

Perhaps he was preparing something bigger, something that made him feel he needed to remove me from the store’s affairs and make me believe I was seriously ill.

I did not yet have all the answers, but now I had enough evidence to begin exposing those lies through the proper channels.

When I saw the name of the last account holder on that note, my hands began trembling again.

The name was not Vina’s.

It belonged to someone Deki had always trusted deeply to handle all our store’s finances.

I was still staring at Rico’s phone screen when the transfer recipient’s name appeared clearly.

Mr.

Jatmiko, the person Deki had trusted to manage the store’s bookkeeping.

The person who handed me the financial reports every month with a calm expression, as though not a single rupiah from our hard work had gone missing.

I shook my head slowly.

It was difficult to believe.

However, when Rico opened the next transaction record, my chest tightened even more.

Transfers to Mr.

Jatmiko’s account had occurred repeatedly, in increasingly large amounts.

Tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of rupiah, had been moved without clear explanations.

I immediately asked Rico to contact Mr.

Jatmiko.

At first, the man evaded the issue.

He said his account had only been used to receive temporary payments.

However, when the transfer receipts and transaction dates were shown to him, his voice began to change.

Finally, he admitted that Deki had deliberately used Mr.

Jat Miko’s account to conceal the flow of money from the store.

In return, Mr.

Jatmiko received a share of every transaction they successfully hid.

They had been working together for months, while I continued believing that my husband was struggling to keep our business afloat.

Most painfully, some of that money had not merely been used to prepare Deki’s wedding to Vina.

Money had also been set aside to buy a house in someone else’s name.

When we investigated further, we discovered something that left me silent for a long time.

Deki had apparently been preparing to leave me for several months.

He had even been looking for a way to have me regarded as incapable of managing the business so that complete control of the store could pass into his hands.

I covered my face with both hands.

All this time, I had been busy looking for faults in myself.

I thought perhaps I was too tired, asked too many questions, or was so occupied with the store that I had failed to give my husband enough attention.

It turned out that I had not failed to try hard enough.

I had simply trusted the wrong person too much.

All the evidence was finally submitted to the authorities.

Mr.

Jatmiko had to answer for his involvement while the investigation into Deki continued.

The medical document that had once frightened me was also examined further.

I returned to the hospital for more examinations.

After a series of tests, the doctor said that no evidence had been found to support the suspected tumor Deki had described.

I still needed further examinations to determine the cause of my abdominal pain.

However, at least I was no longer living in fear because of an unproven story.

For the first time in a long while, I could take a breath without feeling that my entire life was collapsing.

However, there was one thing I could not ignore.

The fire at our store.

I had never intended to hurt anyone, but my intentions did not erase the fact that my actions could have endangered many people.

I had to admit my mistake and be willing to undergo the applicable legal process.

Tino also reminded me that Deki’s betrayal did not give me the right to endanger others.

I cried when I heard his words.

Not because I was angry, but because I finally dared to look at myself honestly.

I had been hurt, but I had also made a wrong decision.

I did not want to keep living by justifying my mistakes simply because I had once been a victim.

Some time later, Fina contacted me.

Her voice sounded weak when she said that she had left Decky.

Initially, Vina had believed Decky was a man whose previous marriage had ended and who was building a new life with her.

However, after learning about the lies concerning our marriage, the store’s money, and my medical documents, she realized that she had also been used.

Before ending the call, Vina said something that left me silent.

She admitted that Dekiy had once promised to give her a luxurious life using the proceeds of a business he claimed belonged entirely to him.

I only answered quietly that the money had come from the hard work of two people who had once dreamed of building a future together.

Then I ended the call.

I did not feel victorious because another woman had left my husband.

I was simply relieved that the lies had finally been exposed and that no one else had to live inside the false story Deki had created.

Meanwhile, the legal proceedings and the settlement of our rights to the business continued.

I did not immediately recover everything that had been lost.

There were losses to calculate, assets to trace, and a future I needed to build again from the beginning.

However, this time, I no longer placed all my trust in one person without knowing what was actually happening.

I began repairing my life little by little.

I learned that being strong did not mean never crying.

Being strong also meant having the courage to admit mistakes, accept their consequences, and still choose to improve.

Until one afternoon, I received a letter from Deki.

He wrote that his life was now far from anything he had imagined.

People who had once praised him had begun distancing themselves.

His plans had fallen apart, and the money he had accumulated could not buy back the trust he had destroyed.

At the end of the letter, he wrote that he regretted lying to me and hoped I would give him a chance to make everything right.

I read the letter to the end, then folded it again.

In the past, I might have cried with happiness to hear Deki apologize.

I had once imagined us growing old together, sitting in front of the store we had built with such difficulty, remembering the days when we had even struggled to pay rent.

However, the person who wrote that letter was no longer the man I had married believing that we would protect each other.

I did not reply.

Not because I wanted to punish him, but because I finally understood that forgiving someone did not always mean returning to them.

I still had a life to live.

I still had my health to look after, a family who loved me, and the opportunity to build a better future.

That night, I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself for a long time.

I had lost money, trust, and almost my sense of direction after being betrayed by the person I loved most.

I had also allowed my pain to push me into a decision I could regret for the rest of my life.

However, none of that had to determine who I would become.

I wiped away the tears on my cheeks, then whispered to myself.
“I can’t change what has happened, but I can still choose not to destroy the rest of my life trying to get revenge on the person who destroyed me.”
From that day on, I stopped waiting for Deki to feel regret.

Because, in the end, his greatest regret was not losing a wife who had once loved him sincerely.

Deki’s greatest regret was realizing that he had destroyed the trust of someone who had once been willing to struggle beside him from nothing, all for a greed that had never made him feel he had enough.

Meanwhile, for the first time, I began moving toward a life that was no longer built on lies.

This time, I would protect it in my own way.

Yeah.