My Cheating Husband

☆ Chapter 25 ☆

AUTHOR'S POV

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When Prisha opened the door and saw Myra on the other side, her heart filled with a mixture of trepidation and lingering resentment. Despite the years that had passed, the wounds from the past still tugged at her heart. Prisha tells her to enter the house. Myra stepped into Prisha’s home, her hands gently holding the hand of her 6-year-old son, Ansh. The air between them was heavy with unease, the years of tension and hurt creating a palpable barrier. Myra, her eyes filled with a mix of guilt and determination, turned to Prisha. She took a deep breath, mustering the courage to speak her mind.

"Prisha," Myra began, her voice a bit shaky, "I hope you are healthy. I know coming here and seeing you again after all these years is not easy for either of us, but there's something I need to say." Prisha, her expression guarded but not entirely cold, nodded towards the couch. "Alright, Myra. Take a seat. Let's talk." She sat opposite Myra, her heart still tinged with remnants of resentment and mistrust.
"I'll listen to what you have to say, but I can't promise anything." Myra nodded, appreciating the chance to speak her mind. "I know you might not believe it, but I've spent the last seven years regretting what I did. I've changed, Prisha. I've grown."

Her voice trembled as she continued, genuine remorse lacing her words. "I was young and foolish. I didn’t understand the value of true friendship. I was jealous and insecure, and it led me astray. I know that sorry doesn't undo the hurt I've caused you," Myra said quietly. "But I had to tell you this. Not to seek forgiveness, but to give you closure and let you know that I understand how wrong I was.”

Prisha stopped Myra, pausing the conversation. With a gentle yet firm request, she instructed the nanny to take Ansh and Kiaan to another room, offering the young boy snacks to keep him occupied. Once the children were safely ensconced in the room, Prisha turned her attention back to Myra, her expression firm yet composed. "Now that we have privacy, let's continue." Myra sighed, gathering her thoughts once more. The weight of her remorse was palpable in her demeanor. "I don’t expect you to ever trust me again, Prisha. And I wouldn’t blame you. But I need to make it clear that I’m not the same person I was back then." Prisha nodded, acknowledging the words but not yet softening her stance. "Words are easy, Myra. Actions speak louder. If you’ve truly changed, it should be evident in your actions, not just your words."

Myra conceded, understanding the importance of backing up her claims with actions. "You're right, Prisha. I do have another reason for coming here today." Her voice carried a seriousness that caught Prisha's attention, curiosity piqued despite her guardedness. "What is it?"

Myra hesitated slightly before revealing the real reason behind her visit. "There's something I've hidden from the world, and I need to share it with you." Prisha raised an eyebrow, a mix of skepticism and intrigue on her face. "What is it, Myra? Don't keep me in suspense." Myra took a deep breath, bracing herself for Prisha's reaction. "I’m dying, Prisha. I have a terminal illness, and my time is limited."

The revelation hung heavy in the air, the gravity of Myra's words sinking in. Prisha was caught off guard, her heart skipping a beat, her guarded exterior softening slightly. Myra met Prisha's gaze unflinchingly, her eyes filled with raw honesty. "I have a fatal illness, and the doctors have given me a limited time to live. I have already made my peace with it, but there is something I couldn’t die without doing." Prisha's mind raced, torn between her past resentment towards Myra and her current concern at the revelation. "What is it that you want to do, Myra?"

Myra looked directly at Prisha, her voice filled with desperation. "I want to fix things, Prisha. Before it's too late. I don't want to go to the grave with you still hating me." Prisha's eyes welled up with tears, Myra's plea stirring a mix of emotions within her. She had harboured resentment towards Myra for so long, and now, faced with the reality of her impending death, Prisha's heart warred with conflicting feelings. "Why now, Myra? Why did you wait for so long to come and make amends?" Prisha's voice wavered, a myriad of emotions evident in her expression.