His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 80

When Gabriel got back, it was as if a flip had switched in him. His eyes were distant, cold, angry,

“If I wouldn’t have come here today, I would have never known about my kids?” He demanded.

“Your kids?” I raise my eyebrows. “I carry them for eight months, and they’re suddenly your kids?!”

“You

know what I mean.”

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“No, actually, I don’t.” I scowl, “You chose to give me divorce papers. I left you a voicemail telling you I’m pregnant and that you’re welcome to be a part of the kids’ life and I don’t want anything from you if you don’t want to be around for them.”

“What voicemail?” He asked, cutting off my little rant.

ignoring his curled up fists. “The one I left you, about a month and a half after

didn’t get any voicemail,

his tone. I called you and you never picked up. I thought maybe it’s because I called from an unknown number, so I left you a voicemail but

voicemail! That’s how you wished to inform me, a

I did that, because I didn’t owe it to you after you served me divorce papers and when

if he was exasperated, as if it took every ounce of his will power to lean on the wall across me and not cross the distance between us. “I ran into Lily at a local cafeteria the day before you came home. We accidentally exchanged phones, and I didn’t even realise it till I wat at my grandfather’s, who told me

by him before, I would have actually believed him. “Why are you lying to me? What are you

and the way he called me Freckles in that little, surprised gasp hurt. “Why… Why

in a tiny, tired shrug. I saw her call. At my grandfather’s house, I saw the caller I her. You left me there and had to return because she called. You lied to me about it being a work

you accidentally

into

quick steps towards me, and stops in his way when I squeeze myself further aback into the chair, not wanting to be close to him. He takes a

I shake my head.

only reason I didn’t tell you that was because you were grieving your grandfather and I didn’t want to upset you more. But I didn’t he to you. I didn’t come back for her. It was my grandfather on the other end, calling from Lily’s phone. He called me back. He was diagnosed with colorectal cancer. I spent the three days that you weren’t there flying to the best oncologist

word he said. Unable to find a proper response, I settle on, “Alister has

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