His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 65

Chapter 65

I didn’t think the call would be picked up. A part of me didn’t want it to be, because what if the reality was worse than my overthinking?

When the phone stopped ringing, there was silence on the other end. I had to check to confirm that the call had been picked up before pressing it back to my ear real quick. “Hello? Gabriel?”

Silence again.

My heart was beating so loudly, I felt it would make its way out of my body any moment. “Hello?”

Silence again.

“Mhm.” A sleepy groggy voice answered, “Who’s speaking?”

My heart sank so quick in my chest, I didn’t have the time to process it. It wasn’t Gabriel speaking. The voice was very feminine. Very familiar. Very dreaded.

I couldn’t speak back. I sat numb.

“Hello?” The soft voice belonging unmistakably to my husband’s ex asked again.

“Lily” greeted, my voice sounding so unfamiliar and foreign. “Where’s my husband?”

“Shit Shit. Sophia. Shit. I didn’t check the caller ID before picking up. I thought it was my phone, Shit. Her self r ended with a small, “Shit. I’m so sorry.”

Tears were stinging my eyes. “Where’s my husband?

One blink and they would fall. One blink and they would fall. I kept focusing on the wall. This wasn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This is not real.

“Sophia, you shouldn’t hear it from me… Her voice trailed. “Listen, he’ll call you back, okay?”

“Give him the phone, Lily. Right now.”

“Sophia… he’s he’s asleep.”

gulped. “He’s asleep

my Grandpa’s funeral. I… It was for six months. It’s

don’t believe you,” I told her, my voice as broken as I felt inside. Tears that I was trying hard to contain streamed down my

back when he wakes up, okay? I’m not really sure, but he had mentioned in passing that he would send the divorce

you.” I

and him. I’m sorry. I..

I was aware of how pathetically clingy this would sound if she was telling the truth, if he had really sent me divorce papers, if

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disconnected without giving her the

over, I sobbed. Uncontrollable tears blurred my vision and I had to put my hand on my mouth to muttle

would hur just this much, but I didn’t have the

with this now,

my

didn’t have anyone to turn

week that crying more made me feel weak, and I

had faith

We were real.

We were real.

reminded myself. Every time he told me I was his wife, every promise he

got up to go to the bathroom to freshen up

earlier.

and with trembling hands, I opened

were signed

divorce papers were

the divorce

The alimony amount written in bold letters, the terms of our contract underlined with a dotted line with both our signatures from all those months ago followed

he’d tear the contract

didn’t

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