Cunning Husband vs Cunning Wife

ess harmony, the way they laughed together, the warmth that filled their home. For ten years, their ma

, as they say,

d on the busy street below. The soft evening light cast long shadows o

stretched longer and longer, and the way he avoided her gaze. At first, she tried to convince herself it was

ped in, his expression unreadable, carrying a small leat

rying to keep her voice st

some things to take care of. Look, Sinta

caught. She b

as if stating the weather. "I'm don

e and warmth. Sinta felt like the floor beneath her was

d, voice barely

lt and impatience. "Her name's Maya. She wo

nside her-a fierce determination masked by her gentle exterior. She wo

an to form a plan. She had always been underestimated-too kind, too complian

rriage-and her future-w

ssionless. She watched him pour himself a glass of water in the

ld. "Ten years of marriage, and you decide now to thro

bout the years, Sinta. It's abou

f to remain calm. "And what about me? Wh

e. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen

e silence between them was

ou want a divorce, Arka, then fine. But don't think f

er of surprise in his eyes.

talking about the life we built together. The reputation y

ned. "Wha

at didn't reach her eyes. "That'

he pulled out her phone and scrolled through pictures she had secretly collected over the past months-photos of Arka and Maya t

le Arka thought she would never contact. Private investigators, old friends, even Maya'

atch her marriage fall apa

betrayal, there was a woman