I thought everything was put behind us but I was evidently wrong when the servant had told me of Khirad's recent visitor. I felt a flood of fear drown my insides completely before I stormed over to my wife's separate bedroom which didn't lack anything at all. In fact I gave mer a lot more than she had ever asked me for…and she still wasn't grateful at all. Despite all the luxury I provided her, financial security, a roof over her head, clothes on her back and food to eat she still didn't talk to me at all unless it was about our daughter. She still wore her dowdy clothes, no make up, no accessories, no perfume and she still looked sad all the time despite my uncovering the truth only a month ago…and I really thought that meant that I was in her god graces again. Khizar on the other hand was a different story. I was just as angry at him then I was with everybody else. Sara's mother had come around enough times to apologise over and over again but I wasn't having any of it. The situation made me reach new levels of anger that I had never felt before in my life; a humiliating sort of anger.
I stormed into her room as angrily as I could and I still couldn't get any sort of reaction from her at all. She didn't even ask me what was wrong; she just took a quick look at me before putting Hareem to bed. I quickly grabbed her as soon a is could to pull her out of the room but as usual she pushed my hand away as if I was some sort of…insect like she always did nowadays. She wouldn't let me go near her, touch her or be in the same room as each other if we didn't have anything important to say to each other. And it made me all the more angrier "what the hell is wrong with you?" She asked me just as boldly as I felt. When the…situation ahh-need in he past I was too shocked to say anything to her at all and…she ha never given me a reason to raise my voice to her at all. But today was different "what the hell are you doing letting that…man into my home! You host him? You talk to him? You give him my food and drink to eat? WHY? Why would you…" "why can't I?" Her answer had me so dumbfounded I was left speechless "why can't I host him? What's the problem? It's not like we are doing anything behind your back just like how we didn't back then" and I saw it, after all this time; the defiance she held in her eyes and her tone of voice all those years ago that all I could do was to get lost in it for a while before I returned to my senses "what…what do you mean why can't you…don't you remember what he did to you? To us? He…" "He was manipulated into a situation and he got betrayed for it just like I did. He suffered hardships just like I did. He understands the value of respect, remorse and money in fact, unlike you who continuously throws it at me and expects me to be grateful and move on like I haven't been branded with shame and suffering for what you did to me!"
I couldn't believe her, truly, how had this man managed to manipulate my wife again into being his friend? After everything? And he did far more damage to her than I did so why had she forgiven him and not me? "But…but he…" "…why does it matter when nothing happened between us? Or does it only hurt your pride that he apologised to me both in private and public?" "Apologies? In public? What do you mean!" "He was on TV with his in-laws. The press wanted a statement from him about the wedding of the century but inset the apologised to me on tv for the world to see. And I cold see that he meant it that way why I accepted his apology and we both decided to move on in terms of each other." "so…you forgave him but you still do not forgive me after everything I have done for you?" "And what have you done for me? You saved our daughter and I'm grateful but that was your responsibility towards her. As for me? Yes you uncovered the truth but after hoe long! I was your wife! You knew my character the best out of everyone in your family, even your father didn't know me like you did! And you still suspected me! The thought that I had betrayed you when we were so devoted to each other really crossed your mind! And it showed me for who you really are; a spoiled, arrogant insecure person who I snot worthy to call yourself a man!" And with that she ran back inside her bedroom and locked the door for quite a while. I screamed, I shouted, I kicked the door as much as I could before my foot started to really hurt me a lot more than I was used to. But before I could call for a servant to come and tend to me, Khirad had opened the door fully dressed and made up beautifully in an outfit only suitable for a wedding…and before I could fully connect the dots she yelled at her servant to watch over Hareem…and she literally ran out the door and took off in the car I had bought her!