Sebastian seemed at a loss for words. He was not only angry with Sara, but also with himself for still paying attention to her argument, even though there was clearly injustice in this situation. “You really have no shame,” he said, staring at her with a sharp gaze. He was sure that all of this was not solely about Dinda, but more focused on Sara’s personal interests and the egoism that always overshadowed her decisions.
“I’m just doing what’s best for Dinda. You should understand, this isn’t just about the two of us—she’s the most important,” Sara said coldly, as if she was trying to dramatize the situation to gain sympathy.
Sebastian bit his lip, feeling the emotions inside him rising. “You may be able to pretend like you care about Dinda, but everything you do is only for your own benefit. If you truly want what’s best for her, you shouldn’t use her as a tool to bring me down.”
The lopsided smile on Sara’s face grew wider, as if she felt she had the power in this situation. “So, what are you going to do?” she asked, as if testing the tension between them.
Sebastian took a deep breath, trying to think of his next move. He knew that choosing to fight with Sara wouldn’t benefit anyone, especially Dinda. However, deep down, he felt that this was the time to show that he wouldn’t be deterred.
“I will take responsibility as a father, but I won’t let you manipulate me any further. We will find a fair solution for Dinda without having to fight this energy-draining battle,” he answered firmly, his eyes staring straight into Sara’s.
In that moment, Sebastian felt a strong sense of determination. He knew this journey would be difficult, but this time he was determined not to let the woman who had betrayed him take over his life. With a firm decision, he was ready to move forward and rebuild his life, without getting caught up in a detrimental game.
The trial that day ended without a satisfactory answer. No common ground was reached, and the two remained stuck in a seemingly never-ending dispute. Sebastian felt frustrated and hopeless, but one thing remained clear in his mind—he wanted to save Dinda. Even though he knew that Dinda was not his biological child, the love he felt for the little girl was so strong.
He could not imagine Dinda growing up in the same environment as Sara, who had proven to be a source of poison in their lives. Sebastian felt sorry for Dinda, who never asked to be born into a difficult and toxic situation. The thought continued to haunt him, making the divorce process even more difficult and painful.
“You have no right over Dinda,” Sara said, her cold and sharp voice making the statement sound cutting. Every word seemed to be aimed at attacking him, showing complete ownership of the child.
Sebastian stared at Sara, feeling his blood boil. “She’s not just your daughter, Sara. She’s a part of my life, and I’ve treated her like my own daughter,” he replied firmly, trying to keep his emotions in check. He could feel all the anger and abuse being directed at him right now, but he knew he had to keep his focus on Dinda.
“You can’t just expect all the rights for her after everything you’ve done to me. This isn’t about us, it’s about her. Dinda deserves a better life, not to be caught up in all this drama,” he added, hoping to remind Sara of the greater good.
However, as he spoke, Sebastian also felt the weight of his burden—despite his apparent strength, he knew this was a difficult situation to overcome. Sara wasn’t going to let go of her control over Dinda easily, and he had to fight for what he believed was best for the girl.
“If you really care about Dinda, prove it in a good way. We don’t need you as someone who behaves toxically around us,” Sara said, spreading her arms, as if rejecting his presence.
Sebastian felt like he was cornered, but one thing was for sure, he would not back down. “I will fight and do everything I can to protect Dinda from all of this. She should not suffer because of the choices we made,” he said, a firm decision reflected in his heart.
He was determined to find a way to fight for what he could for Dinda, even though it would not be easy. Eventually, the dispute with Sara would affect the path of his divorce, but he was sure there was a way to save the girl from the bad influence.
Sebastian knew that it would be a long road, but his love for Dinda would be the fuel for his fight. No matter how difficult the challenges were, he promised to protect Dinda and try to free himself from the shackles that might worsen the future of the little girl who should have lived in happiness and love.
After the tiring trial, Sebastian returned to his father's house, hoping to find a quiet moment to reflect. However, as soon as he entered the house, he was greeted with his father's anger.
“Sebastian! What did you do? Why didn't you follow my advice?” his father shouted, his eyes showing deep disappointment. “You should have taken the easier path! This could have all been avoided if only you had listened to me.”
Sebastian felt his soul burning from his father’s scolding. He knew that his decision to fight over Dinda and refuse to return to Sara was a matter of pride. “Dad,” he replied calmly, trying to keep his emotions in check, “this isn’t just about me. This is about Dinda. She’s not just an ‘illegitimate child’ in my eyes; she’s like my daughter.”
“She’s Sara’s child!” his father retorted, as if trying to emphasize that Dinda wasn’t entirely his. “You’re just caught up in these emotions. This isn’t the way to solve problems, Sebastian.”“It may not be the way you want, but it’s the way I believe in,” Sebastian said, his tone firm. He knew that his father didn’t want to understand what he was feeling. “I’m not going back to Sara. She stabbed me in the back, and I’m not going to let myself be tied down again to someone who betrayed me.”His father fell silent, perhaps surprised by Sebastian’s assertiveness. “But legally, this could be a serious problem. You can’t live your life based on feelings alone,” he tried to explain, but Sebastian no longer paid attention to his words.“
“What do you mean? What cyst?” Sebastian blinked, staring at the small screen on his phone, feeling his heart beat faster. The emergency information he had just received made him pause in front of his door, but then he ran to the car without thinking. He knew that something serious had happened to his wife. He had to get to the hospital immediately. His voice was hoarse as he spoke to the hospital operator, trying to get a grasp of the situation as quickly as possible. “This is a complication… You need to come to the hospital immediately and sign the consent form for surgery as soon as possible.” The voice was flat but urgent. Sebastian pressed the accelerator, his eyes scanning the road anxiously. His breathing was erratic, his mind spinning with various bad scenarios. His heart was filled with overwhelming fear—his wife, Sara, had always seemed healthy. They had just celebrated their wedding anniversary last week, and there had been no sign of anything like this happening. She
“Sebastian, listen to me. You need to know something.” Sara’s voice was firm, but Sebastian could feel the tension behind it. They had been in this uncomfortable situation for a few minutes, but Sara’s next words would change everything. “What else do you want to explain?” Sebastian asked in a flat tone, trying to remain calm even as his anger boiled beneath the surface. He didn’t know what else Sara could say after the affair was revealed. Sara took a deep breath, then in a bold tone, said, “I may be married to you, but that doesn’t mean I lose my sexual freedom. Just because we’re married doesn’t mean I’m completely yours.” Sebastian was silent. His eyes stared at Sara sharply, waiting for the continuation of her sentence, but in his heart, he could hardly believe what he had just heard. “As a woman, I have the right to explore my own desires. I don’t think this is wrong. We haven’t been together for a long time, so I—I have the right to find my happiness elsewhere!” Sara conti
"Who is Rich Daddy, Dinda? I am your only father!" Sebastian's voice trembled, trying to hold back his burning anger. But the words came out louder than he intended. Dinda frowned, looking at her father with a scared look. She took a few steps back, slowly releasing her grip on Sebastian. “No, Dad! Rich Daddy is good. He often gives me toys!” Dinda shouted, her voice getting higher. Hearing those words made Sebastian's chest feel tight as if something was strangling him. How could Sara bring another man into their daughter's life and make Dinda believe that there was another father figure who replaced him? Sebastian knelt in front of Dinda, trying to calm his anger and speak more softly. "Dinda, only me is your father. No one else. Whoever the man your mother brought here is, he is not your father." However, his words did not reach Dinda. His eyes began to fill with tears, and he began to tremble in fear. "Why is you angry? I don't like you angry!" Suddenly Dinda pushed Se
“Ah, Sebastian. You remember, right? This land is under my name. You gave it to me as our wedding gift. Even the house you built with great difficulty, it’s all mine now.” Sebastian fell silent, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. That house was where he had placed his hopes and dreams, every stone he had stacked was a manifestation of his love and dedication to their little family. He used to think that the house would be a place where they would grow old together, watching their children grow up. But now, reality hit him. Sara not only claimed the property but also lived there with another man—her lover. The thought of that stranger sitting in the living room, walking on the floor that Sebastian had once built with his own hands, was something he could barely accept. Sebastian’s lawyer coughed softly, drawing his attention back to the pile of documents in front of him. “You need to sign this as soon as possible. The longer we delay, the worse the situation will be. Especia
"Dinda, honey, let's go back to sleep," Sebastian said softly, holding back the emotional turmoil that was still swirling inside him. He looked at his daughter lovingly, realizing that this argument was not something a child should hear. "Mommy and daddy are just talking, there's nothing for you to worry about." Dinda stood in the doorway, confused. Her eyes moved from Sebastian to Sara, then to the lawyer sitting quietly beside her mother. Her expression did not show fear, but confusion, as if she was trying to understand this complicated situation. Sebastian's heart sank when he saw his daughter's innocent face. He opened his arms, wanting to hug Dinda, trying to give her the sense of security she needed. "Come here, honey. Daddy's here." However, Dinda did not immediately run into his arms. Instead, she looked at her mother, then turned to the lawyer who was sitting calmly, not the least bit disturbed by the tension in the room. Dinda hesitated for a moment, then what happe
Hearing all this, Sebastian almost fainted. The emotions burning in his heart could not be contained. In an instant, anger took over him. With a swift movement, he knocked the lawyer to the ground and grabbed his neck tightly. “You are indeed a cowardly man, a traitor! Insolent!” He could not understand that the person in front of him was a traitor, a person who had messed up everything he had. However, as the situation was getting out of control and the atmosphere in the room was tense, his wife ran over, quickly breaking a vase on Sebastian’s head. The sound of the broken ceramics made him jump, as if making him realize the bitter reality that he had to face. Sebastian could not believe what was happening. In an instant, he was arrested by the police. His wife, who was now standing next to the lawyer with a straight face, claimed that he had intentionally hurt someone. Even their little daughter, Dinda, who had always been considered his hope and happiness, testified against
“Yes, but we need to talk quickly. Things are getting worse out there. If there’s anything you need to say, now is the time,” the old man replied, glancing around at the policeman who stood there in fear. The chief of police was watching the situation anxiously, and he certainly knew how scary it was to get on the wrong side of the respected family’s caretaker. He fought to keep his cool, but his face showed how worried he was about what was going to happen next. Sebastian swallowed, trying to gather his words. “There’s a lot going on and I can’t explain it all right now, but I’m innocent. My wife… she set this up. I’m the victim of all this.” The chief of the family’s caretaker nodded, understanding the complex situation Sebastian was in. “I believe what you say. However, it’s important to remember that we need evidence and a strategy to turn this around.” As the argument continued, the policeman asserted himself and tried to press for an explanation. “Sir, we were just doing