His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 67

The part of me that still believed that the man I loved would come for me, would call me and rectify his mistake and give me the lamest excuse laming from how he was drugged to how he was hypnotised or blackmailed to do what he did and I would fall back into his arms after throwing a lot of tantrums and making him seriously grovel for lying to me in the first place, was dying with every passing hour because nothing of that sort happened.

I and Luna were in a motel that I rented to spend the next twelve hours in, because that’s when my flight was.

My phone didn’t ring once. A few texts here and there asking how I’m doing after my grandfather’s passing, but I ignored them all. My Grandpa’s passing is something I rather not even think about right now, owing to how it felt like my life fell apart.

Twelve hours later was when our flight was scheduled. My phone still bare, I switched it off.

Even the other side of the country and starting anew in a completely different state didn’t seem far enough from memories I was leaving behind.

There was always the option of going back to my hometown and staying in my old house, but I don’t think I was strong enough for that. I couldn’t live with the pitiful eyes of all my neighbours because my grandfather died and my marriage fell apart all in the same week.

I wasn’t that girl anymore, who could go back to her old 9-5 job, and volunteer at the pet shelter, have sleepovers

Alice and barbecues with Sam. I couldn’t come home to that empty house every night.

Maybe it would get better with time, but the desperation to start fresh was deeper.

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number after my phone got stolen that time when I was kidnapped, and had ended up using one of Gabriel’s spare cards for the time being. Recovery happened, work happened, but I never

changing numbers. A what-if always loomed at the back of my head. What if

reasons (that I didn’t understand) that started with it being registered under Gabriel’s name and ended with something

the part of myself that still had hope of him someday maybe

it’s not like after he blatantly asked me to leave his life I could still text

case.

my time there) bit me in the a*s right about now, because all I could afford with my

for a

his money in the hands of a girl he wanted nothing to do with? And as his ex-wife, I could spend it all just out of spite or revenge, so he probably did block this card. I wasn’t willing to

all the time for the first few days, and then the anxiety turned into full blown attacks. I appealed to the point where I missed all my new interviews, and hardly got out of bed. I kept sick all the time, barely

practically pushed me out to see a therapist

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be a drain to my pocket

that I can get to work again and get out of the shady apartment I was

how I found myself

symptoms you have just described are synonymous with the first stage of depression, Zooni Khan, my 47 year old doctor tells me the diagnosis I already knew and feared. “Even the physical symptoms. However, I need to ask you,

just blink, staring at her dumbfounded. When no memories of restocking my tampons since I had arrived

you take a pregnancy test, just

can do it, right,

she wanted to come with me, but she had been my anchoring in the past month. She was the reason I remembered to