She always brought a fancy bottle of wine or some French cheese like she was from some lifestyle blog. I admired her once. Hell, I loved her.
I asked her what the hell she was doing in my house. She gave me this little shrug and said, “You were always too comfortable.”
That line. It slapped harder than the actual cheating.
I turned to Zubair—my husband of eleven years—and he didn’t even look shocked by what she said. He just rubbed his temples like he was tired. Like I was the inconvenience in this moment.
He said, “We didn’t plan for this to happen.”
Classic. He then had the audacity to say that since Afsana might be pregnant, he didn’t want to “hide” anything anymore. That it was better if I heard it directly from them.
Like this was some progressive team presentation, not the wreckage of my life. I got up. I told them both to get out.
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