Burn the truth (ENG)

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I was so shocked that I didn't even have time to close the door before she slipped past me and walked into my house.

She took a seat on one of our benches and put her bag on the floor in front of her feet.

Her eyes land on me with a look I couldn't locate.

It was not neutrality.

There was something in her eyes that made me shift under the pressure.

"W-Would you like a drink?" I asked with a hard pounding heart.

She raised her left eyebrow. "Water is fine."

"I'll be back soon," I muttered, trying to excuse myself for this cold atmosphere.

My legs accelerated my body across the dark wood floor to the white kitchen.

I soon walked into the kitchen, shut the door behind me, and let out a deep sigh that I had held ignorantly.

Why is she here?

I opened the tap lightly and splashed some water over my face for relaxation.

With drops falling from my face, I leaned against the counter and stared straight into the sink.

I grabbed the nearest towel and wiped my dripping face with it.

I swallowed a chunk and nodded several times for courage.

You can do this!

My lungs took a deep breath as my hand wrapped around a cool glass from the white wall cabinets.

I filled the glass with tap water before taking a sip.

I didn't feel anxious, just uncomfortable and nervous.

She wasn't exactly happy with my and Imran's marriage.

When I felt my throat had calmed down, I carefully placed the cup on the marble island before taking another glass from the cupboard and filling it with water.

I placed the glass on a tray and walked back to the living room with it. Once there, I ignored Lidia's eyes and put the glass down in front of her.

"Thank you," I heard her mutter to my surprise.

I nodded in surprise and sat on the couch opposite her with the tray across my lap.

A short silence followed.

When I couldn't take the silence anymore, I asked, "What are you doing here?"

She looked offended at me. "This is my son's house. I can come here whenever I want."

I bit my lip and looked away. Wrong move, Zara.

"Now that the time is up, I want you to leave the house, Zara."

My eyes flashed to Lidia's. "What?"

She rolled her eyes. "You have to get out of the house, Zara."

I tightened my grip on the tray. "This is my house too, Lidia."

A loud laugh left her mouth as she leaned back. "You- you didn't think Imran would stay with you forever, did you?" she asked mockingly.

I frowned confused.

"Did you think so?" She shook her head with a smile. "Oh, Zara." She leaned forward, her eyes cold. "Imran never accepted you as his wife."

"That- that's not true." I held my hand to her nose. "We're married and-"

She grabbed my hand and studied the ring. "My son has worked himself to death for this." Her fingers ripped the ring off my ring finger before I knew it.