Chapter 6.

“What does Ranti see in your husband anyway? Her own husband is even better looking than…”

Cecil stopped herself and grinned. Hana gave a bitter smile.

“Why didn’t you finish? Ibra really is more handsome than Prane. I admit that. Which is why I can’t understand how Ranti’s mind works.”

“Hmm. Han, why don’t you want to fight for Prane? Give him a chance, for instance. People make mistakes.”

Cecil was trying to make Hana reconsider her decision to divorce.

Hana shook her head.

“I don’t like it when someone else samples what’s mine. Especially my own cousin. If I forgive Prane and stay in this marriage, there’s nothing stopping him from doing the same thing again. Besides, I don’t want Ranti to have the satisfaction of knowing she’s tasted my husband.”

Cecil let out a small laugh. Hana was comparing her husband to food.

“Handle my divorce. And for the division of marital assets, we already have a prenuptial agreement. Seventy percent of his wealth will become mine.”

“What?” Cecil’s voice rose.

“We have a written agreement. Whoever betrays the marriage gets the smaller share.”

Cecil shook her head, genuinely baffled by Prane’s thinking. That kind of agreement was dangerous—it put a huge risk on himself.

After finishing her business with Cecil, Hana went straight to Prane’s office, as she had promised that morning. They were supposed to go for a fertility checkup.

“Is my husband in?” Hana asked Irma, Prane’s secretary.

“Yes, ma’am. Please go in. Mr. Prane said if you came, to send you right in.”

Irma looked nervous. She was probably afraid Hana would be angry with her again.

Hana knocked softly on the door. Only after hearing her husband’s voice telling her to enter did she push it open.

“Let’s go now?” she asked once she saw him.

“Sit down first,” Prane said.

“The sooner we get there, the sooner we’ll be done.”

She refused, not wanting to take a seat.

“Sit down for a moment, Han. Why are you standing? Aren’t you tired?”

He repeated himself, hoping she would rest even briefly.

Hana smiled and shook her head.

“Come on, let’s go.”

She didn’t want to linger in Prane’s office. It was a room she wouldn’t be visiting much longer, once her divorce petition was processed by the religious court.

So why was she still going through with a fertility test when she was already filing for divorce? Because she refused to let her mother-in-law accuse her of being infertile.

At the hospital lobby, they happened to run into Ibra.

Hana began to perform.

“Oh, Ibra. You’re back from your out of town seminar?” she asked warmly, as if she and Ibra had never made any agreement.

Ibra frowned slightly, and Hana gave a quick blink. He understood immediately.

“Back? From where?” he asked, playing along.

“Ranti said you had a three day seminar out of town. That’s why she rode with Prane to and from work yesterday.”

Ibra’s gaze shifted to Prane, his displeasure clear. Even though he already knew everything, there was no harm in putting on a full act and pretending to be unaware.

Especially when he saw Prane’s face change. Ibra enjoyed that.

Truthfully, he was furious with Prane. Part of him wanted to hit Hana’s husband for playing with fire involving his wife. But it wasn’t Prane’s fault alone—his own wife was equally to blame. Ranti had grown so good at lying that Ibra couldn’t be bothered wasting his energy on a confrontation.

“Sweetheart, that’s enough. You’re blowing things out of proportion.” Prane said to Hana.

But Hana pretended not to hear.

“So you weren’t out of town for a seminar?” she continued.

“Who told you that? I was a speaker at a seminar hosted by a company, but it wasn’t out of town. It was on the outskirts, and it was only one night. I could have come back the same day, but I was too tired to drive. I returned yesterday afternoon.”

Hana shot Prane a displeased look, making her husband visibly flustered.

“Oh, I see. I must have misheard then. We’ll be going.”

Prane quickly steered Hana away from Ibra.

Without Prane noticing, Ibra’s lips curled into a smirk as he watched Prane hurry off.

“What was that about, Han?” Prane asked, clearly unhappy once they were far from Ibra.

“What do you mean?” Hana played innocent.

“Bringing up Ranti riding with me in front of Ibra. What if they end up fighting because of it?”

“Why would that be my problem? It’s Ranti’s own fault she asked to ride with you.”

Prane exhaled roughly.

“You’re making such a big deal out of her getting a ride. What’s the harm?”

“There is harm. She’s not broke, so why does she have to walk from her house to ours just to catch a ride with you? How much could a taxi cost from her place to the office? Not even a hundred thousand. Don’t tell me there’s something going on between you two.”

Hana narrowed her eyes at Prane. His face went pale. He seemed shocked by her accusation.

It wasn’t really an accusation anymore—she already had proof. Only Prane didn’t realize that the corpse he was trying to hide was starting to smell.

“What are you talking about, sweetheart?” He wrapped an arm around her waist.

“Remember this. I will never forgive an affair.”

“I know. There’s no way I’d ever betray you. You’re the perfect wife. Why would I ever look at another woman? Especially someone you’d suspect. You’re just being paranoid.”

He kissed the top of her head. Hana felt disgusted, even just from that small touch, but they were still in the hospital, so she let him do it.

They underwent their examinations in separate rooms, then waited an hour for the results. Finally, they left the hospital, both looking satisfied.

“Oh, Han. Can I ask you something?”

Prane spoke as they drove home. They had decided to go straight back. Hana said she was tired and wanted to rest; her car could be sent over later by one of Prane’s trusted staff.

“Ask what?” Hana leaned her head back against the seat.

“If I ever cheated—this is hypothetical, because I would never betray you. I love you so much. You believe me, right?”

If she could vomit, she would have done so right then. His words felt like garbage, making her stomach turn.

Pretend you still don’t know, Han. She encouraged herself.

“Yes, I believe you.” She forced a smile, hoping it looked natural.

“What would you do to me, sweetheart? I mean, how would you punish your husband?”

Prane’s smile was just as forced. Inside, he must have been nervous. What if Hana found out he had been playing with fire with Ranti?

“Why are you asking? Are you planning to cheat? Want to know what punishment you’d get?”

Lizard with a missing tail, she cursed him silently.

“No way. I’d never dare cheat on you. Besides, I don’t want to. I love you. Just forget my question. I was only joking.”

Prane looked flustered. Hana just smirked.

“If you did cheat, and I found proof, I wouldn’t punish you. What’s the point?”

“You’d forgive me?” His face tightened slightly.

People who have done wrong can never stay calm. And their own behavior ends up exposing them. Just like Prane now—fidgety, asking questions that hinted at his guilt.

“No. Because next, we’d meet in court.”

Prane swallowed hard.

Seeing him fall silent, his face pale, Hana’s smile turned sly.

Let’s see, sweetheart. What are you going to do after this?

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