The Unloved Wife

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 10

As far as the length of chapters is concerned I have already mentioned it in the author's note that the chapters will be shorter.

Dear readers! Chapters of this book are meant to be shorter. And I update daily.

This story is divided into three parts. Second part will be in Ehan's pov.

We will soon get to know his pov.

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It was Sunday the next day. I woke up late in the morning. I looked at his side of the bed and it was empty. He wasn't anywhere in the bedroom.

Last night, we laid down silently on the bed after I refused to sleep with him. He laid at a distance to me. Usually, he would hold me in his arms, our bodies entangled with each other.

The same man who refused to have skin to skin contact with me at the start of our marriage, now he couldn't sleep away from me. Whenever we sleep after he argues with me, he kept tossing at his place restlessly.

Last night, he was away from me. I know he didn't sleep well. I kept looking at his empty space for sometime. He was mine but he wasn't.

My life was messed up.

I took a quick shower and changed into a light pink co-ords shalwar qameez. I went to kitchen where he was already busy in making something.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Making breakfast. It will be done in a minute" He muttered, flipping the omelette in the fry pan.

"Is it also for me?" I asked.

"Of course" He looked up at me questionably. He was displeased with my question it was clearly written on his face.

I nodded and started serving the breakfast on the table. I sat down at my chair and he joined me. He made cheese omelette, toast and mango milkshake.

I started eating and the omelette tasted good. Sometimes he used to make breakfast on the weekends if he woke up before me.

"I will leave for Dubai tonight. If you want you can go to your father's place" He told me in the middle of the meal.

"You didn't tell me yesterday" I said.

"I received the email today. The person who was going previously fell ill so I have to go instead of him" He explained.

"For how long?" I asked.

"Five days" He muttered, looking at me.

I just nodded.

"I will drop you at your father's place in the evening" He said to me.

"I don't want to go" I refused to go there. I hardly go to my father's house. Only occasionally. Never in two years, I ever went to stay there.

"Alright" He nodded.

"Tell me if you want anything. I got the fruits already" He pointed at the fruit basket.

"Nothing" I told him.

He was never careless about the household. He often used to travel to Dubai for office work. The company he worked in had a branch in Dubai but he never left me alone for more than three days.

"Pack my stuff" He asked me when I was done washing the utensils and cleaning the mess he made in the kitchen.

I was packing his suitcase and he was lying at the bed leisurely. His gaze was fixed at my face. Sometimes he used to watch me like that, simply for no reason. I was used to such gaze of him.

When I was done packing the suitcase, I told him how I arranged his stuff and he just nodded in response. He rose up from the bed and put the suitcase down on the floor.

I started arranged the dressing table as I had nothing else to do.

"Will you miss me?" His voice made me freeze at my place.

He used to ask this question every time he would leave for abroad. I would always reply yes with a warm smile. I definitely used to miss him but I couldn't say yes this time when I was deeply hurt from the events of last night.

Yesterday, he was laughing with his ex and now demanding a desired answer from me. It must be to boost his manly ego that his wife was madly in love with him even after his mistreatment.

I was a stupid woman to love a man like him. I accept my mistake. I was wrong to fall for a toxic man but at the end it wasn't in my hands.

"Mehr! Will you miss me?" He repeated his question.

"No" I muttered.

"What's wrong with you?" He turned me around and asked seriously.

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