What A Beautiful Face She Has

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Stella's POV:

It’s been five months since we got separated, and today is our wedding day.

It’s been a year since that moment happened in my life.

I don’t regret marrying him or divorcing him. It just didn’t work out between us.

This marriage taught me a lesson. People say that love is enough to change a person, nothing else is important. But that’s not true.

I loved him truly, but what changed between us? Only physical appearance matters to everyone, and no one sees a person’s heart.

After the divorce, it was difficult for me to move on, but yeah, I never missed him. My love completely died for him when he came back with another woman.

Joe is still in contact with me, and I hang out more often with Joe and Catherine akka. Joe doesn’t talk to Mathew anymore and doesn’t know what he’s doing.

I’m living alone in a flat in Anna Nagar. Even though my dad supported the divorce, my mom was very hesitant.

During the first few weeks after the divorce, I was staying with my parents, but my mother kept taunting me for breaking a marriage and was constantly worried about how she’d face the relatives.

To preserve my mental peace, I decided to move out and that’s when I found this flat in Anna Nagar.

To divert my mind, I completely indulged in my work. And when I realized that I had achieved something was when people started recognizing me in public and began asking for selfies and videos.

Still, my mission continues and I’ve been helping many more people, including men, to stabilize their mental health.

My work is my only world now. I have nothing else in my life.

I’m sitting in a café at VR Mall, along with Catherine akka and Joe.

I was laughing and sipping my juice.

"Hey, Stella, unnaku nyabagam iruka, aniku oru naal Joe va oru ponnu thanks uncle nu sonnale," Catherine said and laughed.
(Hey Stella, do you remember, one day, a girl called Joe “thanks uncle”?)

"Adha maraka mudiyuma?" I said.
(How can I forget that?)

"Podhum, podhum. Rombo ottadheenga. Nee dha paaka aunty amdhiri iruka, naan illa," he said.
(Enough, enough. Don’t tease too much. You look like an aunty, not me.)

"Ohh, naan aunty amdhiri irukena? Nee dhan da, uncle. Uncle, payale," she said.
(Oh, I look like an aunty? You’re the real uncle. Uncle boy!)

The three of us burst out laughing.

I excused myself and walked towards the washroom.

There was a woman near the washroom basin, washing her hands.

I didn’t notice her. I just washed my hands and fixed my makeup. Just then, I heard a voice.

"Hey?"

I turned to look at her.

"Hey, you are his wife, right?"

"Excuse me?"

"Hey, don’t you remember me? I’m Jessica, Mathew’s..." she said.

"Ohh, yeah..." I replied. I had totally forgotten what she looked like.

"How are you?" she asked.

But my eyes drifted to her belly. She was pregnant. Even though I wasn’t bothered much, something pricked my heart.

"Fine. How are you? And good to see you like this. Which month are you in?" I asked.

"Oh, I’m good. Btw, I’m in my 4th month now," she said.

"Oh wow. Hope your married life is going well. My best wishes," I said.

"Thanks. And yeah, I’ve been following you. You’re doing a great job helping others," she said.

"Thanks," I said.

"So what’s up? You're here, and we met coincidentally," she said.

"Yeah, I came with my sister and brother-in-law. And you?"

"I came here with my husband," she said.

Husband? It must be him. I shouldn’t meet him, no matter what.

"Okk..." I said, and she left.

I hesitated before stepping out of the washroom. What if he sees me? He’ll create a scene for sure.

"Hey, evlo neram washroom lendhu varadhuku?" Catherine akka asked.
(Hey, how long does it take to come from the washroom?)

"Sorry, akka. Idho polam vaanga," I said and gripped her hand tightly.
(Sorry, akka. Let’s go now.)

As soon as we came out, my eyes started scanning for him. And yeah, I was feeling extremely insecure.

We settled down at our table and started chatting. Even though I was talking to them, my mind was elsewhere. I was nervous.

Just then, I turned my head toward the bill counter and saw that woman standing there with a guy. She was laughing while looking at him.

Then, her expression changed. She said something to him:

"I forgot my bag on the table. I’ll go and get it."

Before she could leave, he stopped her.

"Let it be, I’ll bring it. You wait here," he said and walked toward the table.

As he turned around, I saw his face and my jaw dropped.

It wasn’t Mathew. It was someone else.

I wasn’t able to process what was happening. Is it all a lie?

She said she came with her husband, but this guy is different. Is he her husband? Then what about Mathew?

They were about to leave the café when I excused myself and walked toward them.

"Hey..." I called her.

She didn’t turn.

"Hey, excuse me," I said and tapped her shoulder.

She turned around.

"Yeah?"

"Can I talk to you for a while?" I asked.

"Yes..." she replied. Her husband stepped away, giving us some privacy.

"Is he your husband?" I asked.

"Yes, why?"

"No, I mean… You were looking forward to marrying Mathew, right?"

Her expression changed. Her face turned cold.

"Yes. But I didn’t marry him," she said.

"May I know the reason?"

"Stella, see… he lied to me. He never told me he was diabetic. I only found out because you revealed it to me. Also, he didn’t tell me about his memory loss and accident. After divorcing you, he started controlling me and stopped me from enjoying my life. He gained weight and hardly went to the gym. Yet, he insisted I maintain my figure while he didn’t care about his own health. I kept asking him to marry me, but he always came up with excuses. I was fed up with him, that’s why I left him, just 20 days after you two got divorced," she said.

My eyes widened in shock.

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