Anisa woke early, quickly packing her belongings to head to her parents' house as promised, a day before her wedding. Initially, Hasan had planned to arrive only on the morning of the ceremony itself. But he'd changed his mind. Deciding it would look better, or perhaps to tighten his control, he resolved to accompany her today. š¤
As Anisa stepped out with her suitcase, she found him already waiting by the road. Before she could even greet him, he strode over and greeted her with a deep, possessive kiss that left her flustered but silent, once again falling into the role of the compliant fiancƩe. He took her suitcase, loaded it into his car, and opened the passenger door for her with a show of chivalry before getting behind the wheel and driving off towards her family home.
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Meanwhile, Yugh woke with a sense of urgent purpose. He called the adjoining room, waking Asifa and telling her to get ready quickly. Soon, they were both in his car, the morning light harsh on their determined faces. š«©
"We need to find Anisa first and tell her everything. That should stop the wedding. You have the reports with you, right?" Yugh asked, his eyes on the road.
"Yes, I have them," Asifa confirmed, clutching the folder containing the ultrasound image and medical confirmation. š§
Yugh started the engine, his destination clear: Anisa's apartment. His plan was to intercept her before she left for her parents' house. He drove with a focused intensity, unaware that just moments earlier, the woman he was racing to save had already been whisked away by the very man he was trying to expose.
Their paths, all converging on the Manalo household, were now on a collision course fueled by secrets, desperation, and the ticking clock of a fraudulent wedding day. š