𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙄𝙁𝙐𝙇 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀

Chapter 19

Isha P.O.V

"I am ready," I said in a confident tone.

It's for the best.

It will be best for both of us.

It will be best for the future of my baby.

He doesn't deserve to live in such an environment. I won't let anybody harm my baby.

I believe in Allah. Indeed he is the best planner.

I went to my room and close the door. I open my closet. My gaze went to the box in front of me. I wiped my tears away and remove the box from the wardrobe.

I settled on the bed and opened it. My gaze went to the pictures of my baby. He was so small when I took that picture of him.

I miss him. I do.

I blink down my tears as my heart was clenching with pain.

It's been a week since I met him.

I am trying my best to give him the best life he deserves. I will do anything to make sure he is safe and happy.

I opened the small bag inside the box. There was some money inside it. I am saving money for a long time. I counted the money and it was around 5000 pounds. Once I have enough money, I will leave my job. Then I will give my whole attention to my baby and will take care of him.

That's how life works.

I will raise him alone. Because my baby doesn't deserve to witness the fight between me and Fahad every day. Our fight will adversely affect his life. I just want my baby to have a beautiful future. Is it too much to ask?

I know it's not easy to raise the kids alone. The baby needs his father. But I don't think that we both will able to give him happiness. The separation will be better for both of us. At least, it won't affect my baby's life.

My gaze went to the photo frame where I'm holding him for the first time in the hospital. My eyes blurred with tears as I remember that moment. I was alone at that moment. I was lonely.

He was not there when I needed him the most.

He was not there when I was screaming in pain.

He was not there to hold my hand.

He was not there to comfort me.

He was not there when I had completely lost hope.

Then how can I expect him to be there with me all the time? How can I expect him to love me again when he had only hurt me.

So many sleepless nights and tiredness.

But it was all worth it. Allah blessed me with a beautiful baby boy. At that moment, I cried so much. My heart was bursting with happiness. He was tiny and cute.

I was wrong. Completely wrong.

I am not an independent woman. I still depend on this tiny human being for my happiness.

He is the reason I stand on my own feet.

He is the reason I put a smile on my face.

He is the reason I learn to live a life once again.

He is my life. I will die if something will ever happen to him.

My hand went to the edge of the photo frame while tears were rolling down my cheeks.