His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 66

I wish there was something more to hold on to, something that hinted that all of this was wrong. But right now, all I had is divorce papers signed by Gabriel, and his call being picked up by Lily.

The best of me wanted to consider the most optimistic scenario, like he was kidnapped by her and she was an evil plotting witch doing all this, but the likelihood of that happening was almost zero. He lied to me by himself. No pressure, no influence. One call from her and he ran back home leaving me alone in my hometown after being persistent for all the previous days that he didn’t want to leave me alone.

He hed. Every day, he called me, and I asked where he was and what he was doing, and he told me he was at work, rearling through a file or two Sometimes, he was heading towards a meeting When I asked him what the urgent work was because of which he had to leave, he told me it was in progress and he’ll tell me once he sees it through.

He left every morning and came back here every night. Alone. I think. I hope. That’s not a man who’s been kidnapped and being forced to he to me

Heck, he even lied to Zach to not meet him.

1 kept telling myself to take deep breaths and keep faith, but things didn’t look too optimistic.

Lama didn’t leave my side. I think she was scared that she’d leave the room and I would jump through the window to escape. or something, but on the contrary. I had climbed into bed and crossed my legs, opening my laptop in front of me.

1 searched up my husband’s name on google, and all of the latest articles involved talking about his forthcoming expansion to the UK, except one.

One teeny, tiny article by a news channel whose name I hadn’t even heard spoke about our marriage and it being in trouble. I clicked on it, and sure enough, there were pictures of Gabriel and Lily sitting in a cafe, dated just yesterday.

I tried not to let the hollow feeling in my chest returt, the stabbing sensation, the betrayal, the urge to curl up in a ball and cry and never get up, I wanted to be held and just cry, but the person I wanted to be held by was the reason I wanted to be held in the first place.

I had eaten nothing since morning, yet my stomach churned. The nausea I couldn’t control anymore, and I ran into the bathroom, throwing up nothing but the little liquids I had had.

Luna followed me inside, patting my back, and then leaving to get me juice and some fruits, but the thought of eating anything at all just made me want to slouch on the bathroom floor and throw up forever

felt sick and dizzy remembering the picture

couldn’t shake off the memory of Gabriel’s hand reaching out to

called innocent lies to your wife to meet your ex and hold her hand in a restaurant. There wasn’t anything innocent about this situation, no matter how much

the very edge. I dialled Gabriel again I wanted to bite my fingernails off in anticipation but when I was convinced that he wouldn’t pick

on the other end being so heavy, I felt it weighing

It sounded patchy and rasp Maybe the phone was on speaker. Maybe

gulped “What is going on? What is all

was a sigh just

again. Gabriel, where are

“Lily”

asked, and silence filled the space between us

Silence again.

here once?” I ask, beg, really. “Come here and tell

Silence again.

sounds nothing more than

nod to myself

Maybe I was overthinking it to no limit, but it felt like the man I was talking to didn’t love me. He never loved me. He

as she entered clutching the plate of fruits and juice

displaying the disconnected call in a dismissive way. “He

in her arms quietly, desperate to

the ground was snatched underneath my feet. Like I was falling in an abyss and this time I knew

was no

I make a silent vow to not cry any more. At least not for the next year or so, because

the papers lying