Sold My Husband and Bought My Ex-Boyfriend
One Hundred Twenty Six

"Basin' cheap women!"

"Fuckin' women!"

"Disgusting temptress!"

The blasphemy of the maki caci continued to be given to Vanya from their dirty mouth. Everyone was being ignorant and judgmental at will.

No one had any intention of defending Vanya even though there were many women there. It is already equivalent to a bunch of rotten carcasses that are gentleness on the edge of the sidewalk.

Slowly Vanya began to realize where the fault lay.

If a woman is harassed without significant evidence, fighting for a defense is not the right idea. Everything became chaotic.

With the ease of the perpetrator doing playing fictim as if the victim was the one who started first. No wonder! This is the truth.

Welcome to the mortal world full of deceit.

Instead of getting help like his hope, people actually increasingly berating and probing Vanya's personal life which actually has nothing to do with this incident. Slander is scattered as if only Vanya is the most sinful creature on the face of the earth.

Even Ella who actually does not know anything is involved in becoming an easy topic for blasphemy material.

What about Sham? That man is like an archangel. He was considered noble and no one intended to blame him.

A feeling of regret also appeared in his head. If he had previously obeyed Marco's wishes and understood his grandmother's advice, it would not have happened.

Unfortunately the rice has become porridge. The pus porridge he enjoyed with a million pangs. Vanya is consumed with gnawing and chooses to keep working for a while until he can actually trust Marco a hundred percent.

Was Vanya's actions considered wrong? Not entirely so.

She is just a woman with a million fears and traumas. Vanya fears being let down when she starts hanging on to Marco again. As persistent as anything Marco, in fact the woman still need time to be able to fully trust again.

But if examined more deeply with common sense and all logic, Marco could not leave him again because he was trying desperately to get Vanya's trust.

The man deliberately gave whatever he had in order for his circumstances to be made to turn around. Marcolah now hangs her life on Vanya.

But what is called trauma remains trauma. It took time and something that could make Vanya open her heart eyes slowly. Nothing instant, but every patience will bear sweetness.

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"Have ...already! You must not judge your fellow workers!" Sham pretended to be in disarray to get more sympathy from them.

"But a man like Vanya is not worth defending! He's already defamed Mr. Sham!" yells.

Vanya stared one by one at the people who blasphemed him.

For God's sake I will repay you!

With his benefactor Syam said back, "Don't behave like that to your fellow workers! Maybe Vanya needs money to support her son's life. Let's just say he's being khilaf! I've forgiven him."

"That's right!"

"Armghhhh!"

An unshakable rampage Vanya lay down for the last time to that bastard man. Vanya pounced on the body of Sham savagely without being prevented.

Vanya scars are very deep stuck in the skin of the face to the sides - the sides are bleeding.

"Fuckin' woman!" the man was unconscious. Syam wiped his face until his hands were covered in blood.

Just as the others were about to help capture Vanya, he immediately took a few steps back. In his hand was already clutched a large scissors that he took from inside the tool bag. In order to protect himself, Vanya was forced to take the knife he used to cut the dry twigs.

"If you guys get close, I won't hesitate to hurt you!" yell Vanya. Things are getting messy.

"I'll remember each and every one of your faces. Tomorrow I'll prove that I'm not as bad as you think. I'll take my husband!"

Everything's silent.

No one dared to answer. They were afraid that Vanya was acting rashly and thrusting the sharp scissors at just anyone.

"I will definitely prove my innocence!" In his eyes the faces of the fucking humans alternately. As Vanya moved his gaze away, he saw five foreign bodies that were far enough away from where he was standing now.

Marco's?

Heart's shaking. Vanya could sense that one of the backs of those fancy suits was Marco. So he shouted, exerting the rest of his strength.

"Marcoooooooo!"

Surely it did not produce any results at all because of their distance is quite far. He quickly threw the big scissors in any direction. And then put his energy in once again.

The woman ran with all her might towards where Marco was.

"Marcoooooooooo!"

His pace was faster until the man who was monitoring the plantation land looked back.

"Vanya?"