Frustrated by her failed wedding, Jingga decided to go home and rest that evening after an exhausting day. It was still raining heavily outside. Jingga was standing in front of her house, still wearing her now soaked wedding dress.

Jingga’s hands trembled with cold as she reached for the doorknob. But a few seconds later, something felt off. "Why isn’t the door locked?"

Jingga was certain she had locked it before leaving. Before heading to the wedding venue, she had even made sure all the windows were closed, all the lights turned off. Yet now, the door was slightly ajar, as if someone had opened it.

Jingga swallowed hard. "Something's wrong," she thought. She feared a criminal had snuck into her house.

"Who's in there?" Jingga's voice trembled, almost drowned out by the heavy rain outside.

There was no answer. Jingga stepped inside, her wet footprints marking the wooden floor. The house was just as she had left it that morning. Only there was one major difference: the light in her private bedroom was on.

Jingga's steps halted immediately in front of the door. From inside, soft voices could be heard. Jingga sensed something amiss in her room.

"Who do you love, Gery? Me or Jingga?"

Jingga froze instantly. Her chest suddenly tightened, as if something had struck her from within. She knew that voice; it was all too familiar.

"No way," Jingga thought to herself, closing her eyes in disbelief. Then, Jingga sharpened her hearing again.

"Of course, it's only you, Loly. I love you very much."

Her heart lurched!

Her world seemed to stop spinning. Jingga's heart pounded too fast, her chest heaving with suddenly labored breaths. Her knees almost buckled, but she forced herself to stand. That voice, the answer from the man she loved so dearly.

"I love you very much too, Gery ...."

The voice returned, now mixed with a seductive moan. Of course, Jingga couldn't let this happen in her own home. With resolve, Jingga stepped forward again, her hand rising to push open the bedroom door.

"What are you doing here?" Jingga choked out, her breath catching in her throat.

Jingga couldn’t bear to see the intimate scene before her. On the bed that was supposed to be the place where she and Gery would spend their wedding night, that man was now embracing another woman, her own sister.

"You two are disgusting!"

Jingga was even more shocked when she realized that Loly was wearing her pajamas. Her special pajamas, the gift from Gery that she was supposed to wear tonight. She also saw the bed she had decorated with red rose petals now in complete disarray. Everything she had prepared was in vain. Jingga’s heart at this moment was utterly shattered into pieces.

Gery and Loly turned together. Their eyes widened, caught red-handed. They were shocked to see Jingga.

"Get out of here, both of you!" Jingga's voice cracked, her hands trembling.

Loly hastily pulled up the blanket, while Gery merely sat in place, his face showing not the slightest hint of guilt.

"Sister…." Loly's voice sounded hesitant as she approached Jingga.

"Don't call me sister!" Jingga yanked her hand from Loly's grasp. Her eyes blazed, her chest heaving with simmering rage. "Why are you wearing my pajamas? What are you doing in my house?!"

Loly bit her lip, her hands clutching the blanket tightly around her. "I… I didn't know these pajamas belonged to Sister Jingga. Gery gave them to me. He said they suited me better and looked prettier on me."

Jingga's world reeled again. "Suited you better?" Her voice was barely a whisper, stifled by anger. Almost all her belongings had at some point been worn by Loly. But not those pajamas. Jingga couldn't accept it.

"You’re shameless, flaunting your affair in my house!" Jingga cried out in fury. "Now take off those pajamas!"

Gery immediately got off the bed when he saw Jingga roughly pulling at Loly's pajamas until they were almost torn off. Gery felt Jingga was being overly harsh with Loly, causing Loly to cry out in pain.

"Ow, my stomach hurts. Don't push me, Sister Jingga."

"What are you doing, Jingga? I never knew you were so cruel. If anything happens to Loly and my child, I won't forgive you!" Gery snapped harshly, startling Loly.

"Cruel, you say? This is all mine, and this is my house. How dare you and your wife do such disgusting things here!"

The tears Jingga had been holding back for so long finally fell. She could no longer contain the turmoil in her heart. Tonight, she was furious with Gery and Loly.

"Your house, you said?"

Gery then walked quickly to the wardrobe, took the house deed from a drawer, and showed it to Jingga. "I don't want to drag this out, Jingga." Gery pulled a sheet of paper from inside the folder, then handed it to Jingga.

Jingga saw the words printed there: Homeowner's Name: Gery Sebastian. Her breath caught in her throat. The house, built when they were dating and renovated by Jingga, a gift from Gery for them to live in after they married. Back then, Jingga hadn't worried when the deed was still in Gery's name. Jingga had thought they would eventually build a family together. But now, it had become a huge problem. Gery wanted the house back.

"This house...."

"This house is mine. I bought it with my own money." Gery's voice was cold. "And I built this house for my child and my wife." He took Loly's hand, gazing at her with affection. "Now Loly is my wife."

"Gery, you've gone too far."

Jingga felt a piercing pain. More painful than any betrayal she had ever imagined. Gery's words were like a sword thrust into her gut. After three years, everything she had fought for was finally meaningless today. Jingga was deeply disappointed by Gery's actions; she never imagined he could be so cruel. Three years ago, Jingga had saved Gery during an accident. The Gery Jingga had known was a very kind and gentle man, who had never even raised his voice. But he was different today.

"I hope you understand, Jingga."

"You're so cruel, Gery. So, all this time, everything you gave wasn't sincere?"

Gery was silent for a moment. He lowered his head, then sighed. "After thinking about it… yes. I only felt indebted because you once saved me during an accident. I never truly loved you. I only pitied–"

"Enough!" Jingga felt her head spin.

Slap!

A single, hard slap landed on Gery's cheek, full of raw emotion. "You're the worst man I've ever known," Jingga's voice trembled, "I regret ever loving you."

Jingga turned, running out of the house, leaving behind all the memories she had built with Gery. Jingga couldn't take it anymore.

The rain was still pouring over the city as Jingga stood by the roadside. Her wedding dress was drenched, her hair plastered to her face, but she didn't care. All she felt was an unbearable anguish. A few minutes later, a car stopped in front of her.

Without a second thought, Jingga opened the back door and got in. "Take me to the city limits," Jingga's voice was soft, almost devoid of strength.

The driver looked over through the rearview mirror. A man in a neat black suit, his brow slightly furrowed at the sight of the woman who had just entered his car.

"Please, drive now," Jingga whispered.

The man said nothing, only sighed and pressed the gas pedal. His name was Alex. Tonight, he had just attended his child's wedding. Actually, Alex wanted to refuse and tell Jingga to get out. However, the rain was too heavy. Seeing Jingga's disheveled appearance and tear-streaked face, he chose to remain silent. The man felt Jingga wasn't a criminal he needed to be wary of. Moreover, the road Jingga was heading towards was in the same direction as his.

Ten minutes passed, and Jingga asked him to stop. Jingga took out some money, then placed it next to Alex. "Keep the change."

The car Alex was driving had now stopped near a bridge. Alex wondered why the woman who had gotten into his car wanted to get off in such a desolate place. There were no houses around, only dim streetlights, and the rain was still very heavy outside.

"Thank you," Jingga said, opening the door and stepping out.

Alex didn't like small talk or prying into other people's affairs, especially with someone he had just met like Jingga. However, something made Alex feel curious.

"Where is she going?" Alex muttered.

At that spot, Alex noticed Jingga's strange behavior. Under the extremely heavy downpour, Alex watched Jingga walk alone towards the bridge. Her face was deeply melancholic, and her wedding dress, still on her, fluttered in the wind. Alex continued to watch from inside the car.

This time, Jingga was standing at the edge of the bridge, staring down. The river was swift, its dark waters flowing rapidly beneath the bridge. Alex, in his car, began to feel uneasy as he watched Jingga speak to herself with her eyes closed.

"What is she going to do?"

Alex flinched as he saw Jingga fall silent. Then, slowly, he watched Jingga spread her arms… and jump.

"That woman is crazy!"