The Unloved Wife

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 17

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I couldn't breathe the next moment. I sat straight on the bed. My eyes itched with an unfamiliar pain. I couldn't blink my eyes. I kept staring at my mobile phone screen.

The photographs took life out of me. I couldn't believe I was watching my husband with another woman. Why didn't I die before it.

I enjoyed the last night with the love of my life.

This line murdered my heart brutally.

The sender was none other than Rahma Ismail. In the photographs she was with Ehan and they were very close to each other.

These photographs must have been taken last night. Ehan was dressed in the same clothes I chose for him yesterday. It couldn't be a lie. It was proof of my husband's infidelity.

In one picture Ehan was lying on the bed without wearing a shirt and Rahma in his arms. She had covered her face with her one hand but those who had seen her and knew their history could easily guess it could be no one else than Rahma. His face was buried in her hair and hand rested on her neck.

The bed seemed to be like in a hotel's bedroom, typical bed and white bedsheets. They met at a hotel.

How many times have they done it before?

For how long I was living with a man who slept with another woman and then took me in his arms every night?

He was a filthy man.

The other photographs were also similar, revealing the reality of my hollow marriage. My husband was sleeping with another woman he claimed to love.

What else in the world is left behind for me.

I had no idea how long he had been cheating on me. I have never sensed anything wrong in this aspect. I have never got a clue that he was cheating on me with his ex lover.

I couldn't believe Ehan had such a disgusting character. I could never think a man like him would have a haram relationship. I always found him looking at haram and halal aspect of things. I could never have had an idea that one day he would drown himself in haram like that.

My eyes filled with tears in no time. I covered my mouth to stop my cries but I couldn't stop myself. The next second I was crying bitterly holding the cell phone in one of my hands.

The texts sent by Rahma blurred in my gaze.

You may have married him but he only invested himself in his relationship with me. Your marriage doesn't mean anything for him.

He only gets peace with me. I always wait for him to be with me. Our short time meetings in our busy schedule give us hope and love that we truly deserve.

He loves me only and I love him. We both hate you. You're nothing but a third wheel.

I can't wait for the time when I and Ehan will be finally together officially.

My heart wrenched reading the disgusting texts sent by her. I never understood how people fell so low.

How does anyone decide to cheat on their partners?

WHY?

How do women take away other women's men?

WHY?

I threw my phone away and kept crying. My heart was aching badly. I felt as if someone was piercing needles through my heart. It was painful for me, the reality hit me hard, very hard that I was unable to raise my head.

After crying my heart out, I was lying on the bed where he would take me every night, where we would sleep in each other's arms. It belonged to us but there was no us ever existed.

For the last two years, I have been doing everything to save this relationship. I have tolerated every unjust behavior of him. I gave him everything even when I got nothing in return just on one hope.

That one day I would reach his heart and he would live with me normally. We will build a family of our own like normal couples but all of my hopes are shattered now.

Ehan was having everything in his life. He married me to make his parents happy. He was getting everything from me and he also had an extramarital affair.

I am mere a winning prize for him.

He got everything and I lost everything.

I wiped my tears and took heavy breaths to calm myself. I collected my bag and walked out of his house. I booked a cab and it took me somewhere a piece of my heart buried.

I walked into the cemetery lifelessly. It would have been better if I had gained a place here before facing the disgusting reality.

I walked to the grave of my mother. I sat beside her grave on the floor. My gaze fell at the gravestone, where here particular had been written. She died as the wife of the man who gave her nothing but pain. His name was written on her gravestone as if he had given her the happiness of world.

My eyes welled. I touched the soil on her grave and fisted my hands in the soil to feel her presence but she was gone long ago taking all her warmth.

"You were right mama! You were always right. We can't force anyone to love us" Saying those words to her, I cried bitterly.

"I will leave mama! I will leave him" I finally said those words I should have spoken much earlier, maybe at the start of my marriage.

I had wasted my precious time on a man who deserves nothing but punishment for his sins just like my father.

She finally made a decision. Remember that it's not easy to take such steps especially in our kind of society.

We sometimes need a trigger to take a decision. That's what makes our lives easy. Mehrbano also got that trigger. Now things will change for her.

I know this book is freaking emotional but I can't help it. It's the charm of the story. If you aren't comfortable you can stop reading instead of passing judgements.

I would like to say to those who are into the story, that keep reading the book. You won't be disappointed.

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