My husband hates me

Chapter 35 (Unedited)

"Musa shush! Stop crying", Saad scolded the kid, Ayesha who had entered the room couldn't help but ask him, "Why don't you hold him?"

Saad glanced at her, "He cries a lot, I think he has some problem."

Ayesha pursed her lips, "Baccha hai royega hi na (He is a kid, he can only communicate by crying)".

Saad laughed, "Bolona baccha nahi sambhalra tumse, (You can't handle a kid)" Ayesha sighed looking at him, she was tired of this attitude of his.

She walked towards him to get his attention, "Batao mujhe kuch galti hui hai kya mujhse? Why are you being so indifferent to me and Musa? (Did I do something wrong? ...)"

He gave her a bored look, "Mai apna kaam karu ya tumhe aur tumhare bete ko sambhalu? (Should I had take care of you and your son or focus on my work?)"

Ayesha's voice cracked as she finished her sentence, "Tumhara bhi beta hai ye, Saad (It's your kid too)."

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but Saad didn’t even flinch. He stood there with an air of detachment that sent a shiver through her. How could he be so cold towards his own child?

Saad let out an exasperated sigh, "Ayesha, I have a job that takes up my entire day. I don’t have time to sit around and play house. You wanted this life. Now, you deal with it."

Ayesha felt a sharp pang in her chest at his words. She swallowed hard and looked down at the baby in her arms, who had calmed down now, his tiny fists gripping the fabric of her shirt.

"I never asked for this distance, Saad," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I wanted us to be a family. But you’re pushing me away… pushing us away."

He met her gaze, but his eyes were empty of the warmth they once held. The love she remembered.

"Ayesha, stop making everything about you. You’re always looking for problems where there are none. Just focus on Musa. He’s your priority now."

She blinked, feeling the weight of his words crush her heart. She had tried so hard to keep their little family together, to be the perfect wife, the loving mother. But Saad had drifted so far from her, she no longer recognized him.

"Maybe if you held him once in a while, you'd understand that he's your priority, too," she said softly, her voice barely audible as she turned and walked away, her heart heavy, feeling more alone than ever.

As she reached the her terrace she saw a different view, a stranger on Seher's side.

She hated the relief that soothed her heart, this was it, if Saad saw the man he would know Seher didn't care about him. She was cheating on him. Thus he would leave her, and Saad would be hers alone.

The relief she felt was tainted by shame. Ayesha hated the part of herself that even considered exploiting this moment. She had never wanted to win Saad back through someone else’s misery. But she was desperate- desperate to feel loved, to feel like their family wasn’t broken beyond repair.

As she stared, the stranger smiled at Seher, and Ayesha saw Seher smile back -an intimate, knowing smile. It stung her like a thousand needles. She took a step back, her mind racing. Should she confront Seher? Should she tell Saad? Or should she stay silent, let things unfold, and see where it led?

Ayesha turned back towards the house, her thoughts in turmoil. She could feel the anger boiling within her, but there was something else, too—fear. Fear that even if Seher was gone, it might not be enough. Would Saad ever come back to her, truly? Or was this just another hollow hope she was clinging to? The thought of Saad’s indifferent face flashed before her eyes. Would he even care? Or would he just brush it off like he had brushed off everything else lately?