The Unloved Wife

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 34

First of all I want to address something important.

Let me be clear! I am not among those writers who write what their audience demands or wants. No, that's not gonna happen here. I always write what I want to regardless of how much dislike or hate I am going to get for that.

Kindly don't leave messages like
we want this or we only want that otherwise it's going to be disappointing, or I am not gonna read this book if that happens. It should be only that and so on...

Just to respectfully remind you this is my book and I am the author, I better know what to do with my characters. If you are reading the book, just trust the author.

Some of you are going to be happy and the end and some are going to be unhappy or disappointed. That's how it works!!!
p.s to know the ending you have to wait for the last chapter obviously

Thank you🫶🏻✨

The earth was moving around the sun and moon around the earth at the same pace. Days were changing into night like usual. The moon and the sun were illuminating the night and day sky respectively.

Everything in the universe was moving but my world had stopped. I couldn't move forward in time. I was standing at the place, where she had left me.

It had been so many days since she left me, two weeks precisely. I have gone to her many times. I have tried to talk to her but she pushed me away every time. Slowly, I was realizing the extent of that I caused to her throughout our marriage.

These two weeks were the hardest days of my life. I was trying to survive alone but it's suffocating. I don't understand how she tolerated my arrogance and ignorance for two long years when I was on my knees in just two weeks.

Mehr is so strong unlike me.

She is strong to tolerate me for so long and now when her patience level crossed it's limit she left me. Now, I am realizing what she had gone through in our messy relationship.

My heart breaks and fills with guilt on the pain and agony I brought to her already messed up life.

Why? Why? Why I chose to be like that!!!

Why I chose to be a man I wasn't. I wasn't the man to hurt another person in the past. I always tried to be considerate to other people then why the hell I went wrong in my own damn life.

Why I chose to remain at a distance from her when she was the only one nearest to me. She was my wife, my other half. She was supposed to be held closer. She deserved the warmth I never provided her. Money and other necessities of life can never replace warmth. I thought I was responsible only for the first two.

Why I never talked to her about what was in my heart. I could never open my heart to her till date. It was always difficult for me to show my emotions and discuss my feelings but I never thought this thing would cost me a lot in later life.

Why I never cherished her. That sweet and innocent woman deserved to be loved only. And I hid my loving self deep in my heart and only showed my worst side to her.

Why I never considered her comfort before getting intimate with her. If she didn't stop my hands, I too never bothered to ask if she even wants it at the moment. I never bothered to communicate with her. And she ended up thinking that I was using her. I remember how painfully she described how much hurt she was on our wedding night when I showed her my back after having her. I hate myself for doing this to her. I made her think that she was nothing but..my bed warmer. I could never think like that. She was always dear to me. I never had bad intentions but still I ended up hurting her every other day.