She was his coworker. She was his close friend. She was his cousin. These were all things I knew. There were just a few crucial components to their connection of which I had been unaware. She had been his crush. And now he was hers.

I thought our arranged marriage had turned into love for both of us. I discovered how wrong I was the day I gave birth to our premature son and found my husband taking comfort from another woman. The woman he loved.

Alexander didn't cheat. He just gave someone else his attention, his laughter, and the smiles that used to belong to his wife. And she watched him drift, not to another woman's bed, but to her presence. Her laugh. The way she made him feel seen in a room full of people. Everything he found in someone else - Zara had been giving him all along. Eight years of marriage. One little boy who loved them both. And Zara standing in the middle of it all - wondering when she became the woman he stopped choosing. She warned him. Three times. The first - he dismissed her. The second - he called her jealous. The third - he called her insecure. So she stopped warning him altogether. And stopped waiting. Love wasn't enough... and now it might be too late.

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)