"I have to do this, Sumaira. I'm sorry." I fall to the floor, my hand holding my belly. Tears are rolling down my cheeks. I'm praying sincerely that this is some sick joke, but it's not. Our empty home mocks me and his side of the wardrobe that is now empty confirms it. He said we are forever. He lied. He said he'd never leave me. He lied. He said he loved me. He lied. My heart shatters, as I look over the piece of paper again. I was no long his Mairah and he my Muzhir. Status: Ongoing. Update pattern: As frequently as possible.