"She's carrying my child, Naira. I can't possibly let her stay outside," Bagas said as he shut the door firmly.
The click of the security lock cut off the commotion from downstairs. Cold air from the AC filled the office.
Naira stood motionless behind the desk. Her fingers gripped the edge of the teakwood desk so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
"How long has this been going on, Bagas?" Naira asked softly.
Her voice was flat, but that only made it sound more cutting.
Bagas couldn't bring himself to look at his wife. He walked to the sofa in the corner of the room, then dropped onto it. Roughly, he rolled down the sleeves of his shirt, which had been pushed up all this time.
"Eight months ago," he answered faintly.
He covered his face with both hands.
"We had a religious marriage first. Mom handled everything, even serving as our witness. We only registered it with the civil registry two months ago, after the doctor confirmed Laras was pregnant."
The base of Naira's tongue tasted bitter. Piece by piece, the facts she had uncovered since last night finally connected.
"Eight months," she repeated softly. Her eyes never left Bagas's face. "That was also when the Wood Logistics Vendor Expense first appeared in the factory's financial reports."
Bagas's jaw immediately tightened.
"Three months ago, the factory's cash was completely gone," Naira continued. She stepped closer, her voice remaining calm. "I had to beg Mr. Johan to delay the shipping invoice. Our employees nearly went on strike because their paychecks were late. That same month, you withdrew the company's emergency funds."
Naira stopped directly in front of Bagas.
"You said the cutting machine in the warehouse was severely damaged and needed imported replacement parts."
Naira stopped in front of the desk. Both palms rested on its glass surface.
"You didn't repair the machine at all. You used that factory money to rent a luxury apartment for your second wife. You also used it to pay for a wedding reception at a five-star hotel. You bought her a diamond necklace. You paid for every one of that woman's needs with profits from Dirgantara Teak Furniture."
"Laras doesn't have a job, Naira! I'm her husband. Supporting her is my responsibility!" Bagas shouted.
He rose from the sofa and stepped closer. His gaze was challenging, as if he refused to let his wife corner him any longer.
"She's carrying my child. The first three months of pregnancy are the most dangerous. Laras needs a comfortable place, proper food, and she can't be under any stress. That's why I brought her to this house today. I can stop paying the apartment rent at the same time. Instead of getting angry, you should be grateful that I'm still thinking about the company's finances."
Naira laughed softly.
Her laugh was hollow. It almost sounded like a sneer.
"You call that saving money?" she asked. She pointed at the computer screen on the desk. "You spent nearly half a billion from a factory that was on the verge of bankruptcy. You took money away from your own employees and drained your children's future savings just to fund the woman you keep."
"Watch what you say, Naira! Laras isn't a parasite!" Bagas shouted.
He walked over to the desk and slammed his fist against it. The glass on top of the desk trembled.
"She's my wife. She's part of the Dirgantara family now."
Naira didn't move. Her eyes remained fixed on Bagas's.
Only now did she realize that Bagas's betrayal was far greater than she had imagined.
It wasn't only about another woman.
Bagas had also betrayed her through the company they had built together.
For more than a decade, Naira had handled the bookkeeping, calculated the profits, and kept the factory afloat. Meanwhile, Bagas came to the office, signed documents, and enjoyed the title of CEO.
"Are you sure the factory can survive a month without me, Bagas?" Naira whispered. "And are you sure Larasati will still stay by your side if Dirgantara Teak Furniture goes bankrupt tomorrow?"
"Don't ever underestimate me!" Bagas shouted. The veins in his neck stood out. "That company bears the Dirgantara name. The factory was my grandfather's inheritance. You're just a wife who mooched off it. Without my name, you're nobody."
Naira drew a long breath.
The prenuptial agreement from her late father was still safe in a bank vault.
She couldn't leave yet.
Before Bagas revoked her access, she had to copy all the company's account transaction data.
"Your mother knows everything," Naira said. "She knew you were taking money from the factory. She also let me and the children live a lie for eight months."
Bagas snorted. He folded his arms across his chest.
"Mom was the one who told me to keep it secret. She knew you'd make a scene and demand all kinds of things. You always think you're the most powerful person in the room just because you have access to the bank token."
"I do hold everything, Bagas," Naira shot back.
She pointed at the stack of folders in the corner of the desk.
"I'm the one who handles the reports, shipments, and bank payments. I'm the one who cuts household expenses so the factory can keep running. I'm the one who's kept pushing through the exhaustion all these years."
Naira walked around the desk, then stopped directly in front of Bagas.
"And in return, you gave all the fruits of my hard work to that woman. You used company money to pay Larasati's doctor and hospital bills."
Bagas looked away. He couldn't bear to meet his wife's eyes.
"Laras needs the best care," he said softly. "She's still young. Her pregnancy needs to be monitored by a specialist."
"Then what about your children?" Naira cut in.
Her voice sounded razor-sharp in the silent room.
"Ratih had dengue fever two months ago. Her platelet count dropped dangerously low. You said you were meeting a client out of town. You even turned off your phone for three days."
Bagas fell silent. His breathing sounded heavy.
He didn't deny a single thing.
"They're strong children. They'll understand eventually," Bagas replied casually.
"They're girls, Naira. One day they'll get married and go with their husbands. The Dirgantara family needs an heir who will stay here. Someone who carries my name, inherits this family, and carries on the factory."
Naira clenched her fists.
The man in front of her felt like a stranger.
"You're sacrificing four women for a baby who may not even be a boy," Naira said coldly. "You're so sure Larasati's child is a boy? What if it's a girl? Will you throw her away too?"
Bagas's expression changed.
A faint smile appeared on his lips. He stepped closer, erasing the distance between them.
"The doctor said it's a boy," he whispered. "When he's born, he'll inherit the company and take control of it."