She sat there, trembling like a leaf...
Her entire body shook violently as the weight of betrayal suffocated her. Her chest ached, her throat burned from the uncontrollable sobs ripping through her.
She clutched her arms, trying to hold herself together, but she was falling apart.
Everything was a lie...
Him...
His love...
Their whole life together...
Why did he marry her...
when he was already married?
She didn't even know about his past. She had blindly followed his love, convinced that she had finally found someone who saw her, who cherished her. From being unloved her whole life...
to finally being adored...
and now realizing it was all a facade...
Her fingers clutched her dress tightly, her nails digging into her skin.
Her chest heaved violently...
The jagged sobs tore through her like shards of glass.
Her breath hitched. She hiccupped uncontrollably, her whole body convulsing with grief.
"Why... why did I have to be born?" she whispered brokenly, her voice hoarse from crying.
She was drowning in agony, so lost in it that she didn't hear the door creak open behind her.
But then...
she felt him.
He stood there...
Watching her..
His dark, manic eyes gleamed in the dim light.
Her eyes slowly lifted, blurry with tears...
And when she saw him...
she knew...
Her eyes hardened, filled with nothing but pure betrayal...
She didn't scream or rage...
She didn't even speak at first...
She just stared at him with cold, accusing eyes.
And then... she finally spoke...
"What is it?" she asked, her voice trembling but eerily calm.
He walked toward her with slow, deliberate steps, his hands casually tucked into his pockets...
No guilt...
No remorse...
Just a faint, cruel smile....
He began circling her, his eyes never leaving hers.
And then... he started to cry...
But they weren't tears of sorrow...
They were tears of madness...
"She was my first love," he whispered hoarsely.
His eyes flickered toward the photographs covering the wall.
He walked over, tracing the woman's face with trembling fingers.
"Vidya..." he whispered reverently.
"My first love. My first wife. My first everything."
His voice cracked with emotion as he clutched the frame against his chest.
And then he turned back to her, his eyes burning with raw fury.
"We met in college... we were inseparable.
We studied together. We laughed together. We lived for each other,"
