Cunning Husband vs Cunning Wife

Name: Cunning Husband vs Cunning Wife
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Raden Mas Andrian

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Arka and Sinta's marriage, once warm and full of harmony, began to crumble as they reached their tenth anniversary. Behind Sinta's back, Arka had been secretly involved with a young woman working at his boutique. One day, without guilt or hesitation, he told Sinta he wanted a divorce-so he could marry his mistress. But what he didn't know was that behind Sinta's gentle demeanor lay a sharp mind and a plan already in motion.

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Chapter 5 The night was restless

06-10 22:00

Chapter 1 Arka and Sinta had always seemed like the perfect couple

Arka and Sinta had always seemed like the perfect couple. Their friends envied their seemingly effortless harmony, the way they laughed together, the warmth that filled their home. For ten years, their marriage appeared unshakable-a steady rhythm of shared memories, quiet evenings, and whispered promises.

But appearances, as they say, can be deceiving.

Sinta stood by the window of their spacious living room, her eyes fixed on the busy street below. The soft evening light cast long shadows over the polished wooden floor, but inside, a storm was quietly brewing.

She had sensed the change weeks ago-the subtle coldness in Arka's voice, the late nights at the boutique that stretched longer and longer, and the way he avoided her gaze. At first, she tried to convince herself it was just stress from work, or perhaps a midlife crisis. But deep down, she feared the truth was far more painful.

Her heart sank as the front door clicked open. Arka stepped in, his expression unreadable, carrying a small leather bag that looked out of place. Sinta's pulse quickened.

"Arka," she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady. "You're late again."

He shrugged, avoiding eye contact. "I had some things to take care of. Look, Sinta... there's something I need to tell you."

Sinta's breath caught. She braced herself.

"I want a divorce," he said bluntly, as if stating the weather. "I'm done pretending. There's someone else."

The words hung heavily in the room, suffocating all hope and warmth. Sinta felt like the floor beneath her was crumbling, yet her face remained calm-almost too calm.

"Who?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Arka's eyes flickered with a mixture of guilt and impatience. "Her name's Maya. She works at the boutique. I'm going to marry her."

Sinta's mind raced, but no tears came. Instead, a quiet fire ignited inside her-a fierce determination masked by her gentle exterior. She would not let Arka destroy everything she had built. Not without a fight.

As Arka dropped his bag and walked towards the kitchen, Sinta's thoughts began to form a plan. She had always been underestimated-too kind, too compliant. But beneath that, she was sharp, resourceful, and ready to turn the tables.

The battle for their marriage-and her future-was only just beginning.

Arka's words echoed in Sinta's ears, but her face remained expressionless. She watched him pour himself a glass of water in the kitchen, the casualness of his actions stinging her like a slap.

"Ten years," she finally said, her voice steady but cold. "Ten years of marriage, and you decide now to throw it all away for someone who works in your boutique?"

Arka didn't look up. "It's not about the years, Sinta. It's about what's real. And what I want."

Sinta took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm. "And what about me? What about everything we've been through?"

He sighed, frustration creeping into his voice. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen like this. But I can't lie to myself anymore."

There was a long pause. The silence between them was louder than any argument.

Sinta finally spoke, her tone deceptively soft. "If you want a divorce, Arka, then fine. But don't think for a second that I'll let you walk away that easily."

Arka glanced at her, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

Sinta stepped closer, her eyes sharp and unyielding. "I'm talking about the life we built together. The reputation you think you can ruin. The secrets you think I don't know."

Arka frowned. "What secrets?"

Sinta smiled faintly, a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "That's what you're about to find out."

Later that night, after Arka had gone to bed, Sinta sat alone at the dining table, the dim light casting shadows on her face. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through pictures she had secretly collected over the past months-photos of Arka and Maya together, receipts of expenses she never questioned before, even messages between them that revealed more than just infatuation.

But Sinta wasn't done yet. She had started digging deeper, reaching out quietly to people Arka thought she would never contact. Private investigators, old friends, even Maya's coworkers. Every new piece of information was like a puzzle piece clicking into place.

She wasn't just going to watch her marriage fall apart. She was going to fight.

Because beneath the hurt and betrayal, there was a woman who refused to be a victim.