His Conditional Wife

Harm Herself - 46

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I unlock the door and step inside, my mind clouded. For once, I’m grateful I didn’t sell the house, despite Aman’s insistence. The lease runs out at the end of this year anyway.

I toss the key onto the console table and sink into the couch. My eyes fix on the wall ahead, but all I see are memories of my days with him, playing out like a movie.

"I wouldn't let you leave me. Not in this lifetime or the ones following that."

He's a good liar, I should give him that. I believed those words afterall.

I lean my head against the couch and stare at the ceiling.

I didn’t even say goodbye to Ma, Shreya, Kabir, Aditi, or Riya. Despite everything, I still love them with all my heart. They never pretended to care for me the way he did.

Tears slide down my temples as I think about what could have been with him. A broken sob escapes my lips, and I quickly stifle it with my palm.

The dupatta around my neck feels suffocating, so I rip it off and let it fall to the floor. I stumble toward the bathroom, my legs heavy with exhaustion.

Turning on the shower, I sit beneath the icy spray, pulling my knees to my chest. The freezing water cascades over me, numbing my skin as I stare blankly, letting it flow down my face.

"Do you think we can stay like this forever?"

"This is how we are going to be from now on, Sweetheart."

His words echoes in my head. How he promised me forever and left me halfway alone.

My tears blend with the water streaming down my face as I cry, my sobs echoing loudly in the small bathroom.

And then the thought strikes me like a dagger.

He’s going to marry someone else.

Oh god, I think I’m going to die. The image of him holding Nadia the way he held me, kissing her with the same tenderness, giving her those smiles meant only for me. It plays vividly in my mind. I can't take it.

I snap. My hands claw into my scalp as a raw, pained sob tears through me.

"I hate you, Aman!" I whimper, my voice cracking under the weight of my pain. It feels like invisible claws are sinking into my chest, ripping my heart apart, the blood dripping from their grip.

Flashes of our memories hit me like a freight train. Of how he always protected me, how he made me feel like I was his entire world, just as he was mine.