LET ME HATE YOU

Asmaira's decision

"Were you always this stupid?" Ross crinkled his nose, staring at Amaan as if he had grown two heads.

"Asking for my wife's psychological evaluation is stupid?" Amaan glared.

"Why? Because you think only an idiot will stay with you knowing your nasty personality?" he folded his arms, raising a brow.

"Because I think I forced her! There! Happy now that I have confessed?" he huffed, slamming his hand on the table.

"Did she say that?"

"No. but—"

"Did you talk to her about that night?"

"Not really. I thought I was not I—"

"Was she drunk that night?"

"What? Obviously, No. Asma—"

"Is she underage?"

"Ross," he warned.

"Then what's the problem? You were not drunk, she was not drunk."

Amaan opened his mouth to rebut, but couldn't utter a word. He frowned, fisting his hand, suppressing his anger.

"S-she was confused," he argued weakly, avoiding Ross's narrowed eyes.

"And how did you come to that conclusion, Sherlock?"

Amaan averted his eyes, and Ross narrowed his eyes further, "Does she like someone else?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Amaan's eyes snapped right into his.

His smirk only widened at his reaction, "You are trying to deny the answer."

It's been a week since her pregnancy news came out, and Feriha has already confined Asmaira to her room. Although she was discharged the same day, her Gynaecologist had advised her to rest in bed, considering the test results.

With what had happened to Raina, Feriha didn't want the history to repeat itself. Right from her diet to her physical activity, she had planned everything for every trimester.

On the other hand, Kabir was crabby about having to spend less time with his mother. His daily tasks, which Asmaira used to handle, were now taken care of by Amber. The toddler started learning and needed his mother constantly. And when things didn't go his way, he started throwing tantrums.

Hania and Ishaal shared a look when Feriha instructed the kitchen staff to obtain premium-quality fruits and supplements for her younger daughter-in-law.

"Ma, you are biased," Hania pouted.

"Yes," Feriha's reply only made her choke in surprise.

"Ma! You are not even trying to hide it," Ishaal exclaimed

While there was happy banter going on between Feriha, Ishaal, and Hania, the atmosphere was gleaming inside Amaan's room. It has been a week since their confrontation, and since then, Asmaira hasn't seen Amaan. Like he was avoiding her. Asmaira felt trapped, ensnared by an invisible web of guilt and despair. The weight of her pregnancy pressed heavily against her chest, suffocating her with reminders of everything she believed she had ruined.

She remained oblivious that every night, Amaan came to the room and just lay beside her, silently gazing at her sleeping form. That night, too, he went to the room and carefully removed her glasses. With her heavy lashes, he knew she cried herself to sleep again.

Placing a hand over her belly, he murmured, "Be a good baby and don't trouble your mother. She is already hurt by your father."

Whenever it comes to her, a self-made millionaire like him would turn helpless and lose his sanity. For days, he was cursing himself, assuming he had taken advantage of Asmaira in intoxication. But when he learned the truth, whatever he did that night, he was in his right senses; instead of detangling the issue, it only ended up making it more complex.