I had to admit that when Khizer first told me about his plan I was too lost in my anger and injustice to really think it through. Yes, I had agreed to return to the hoe I was shamelessly thrown out of only for the sake of my daughter. Even if my husband had eventually learnt about everything it was 5 years too late. It took me all this time to realise that I had only fallen for the man I was to marry as soon as I was orphaned and brought to the city. But Ashar Hussain was never the man I thought he was, maybe I was just clinging onto him too much to see how immature, immure and how attached to his mother he was. But strangely, I had found…solace and comfort in the one man who betrayed me in the past. But I could also see how much he had changed since the wool was lifted off of his eyes as well when he saw what his beloved Sara for who she really was; a conceited, self-centred obsessed lowlife who didn't appreciate anything in her rich life and nothing was ever enough. I understood that she developed feelings for the only man she had let into her life, but to shamelessly still obsess and chase over a married man there was no excuse. Even if she was the kind of person to get everything she wanted when she wanted, her parents should have taught her when to give up.
As for Ashar…well I had long learned not to expect anything from him anymore. But now I saw how hypocritical he was; after all the shouting matches, lectures and headache he gave me about Khirad, here he was now…kissing the cousin who ruined my life and made my daughter's birth looked like it came out from a scandal. No-one believed my daughter was also Ashar's; he himself doubted and denied his daughter because of what Sara did? And now he was kissing her?
I made my opinion well known after I had separated them and slapped Ashar straight across the face. The eeriest thing about it though was the look he gave me…it was exactly the same one that I had when he caught Khizar barely touching me. We screamed, we shouted, Ashar actually tried to shift all of the blame onto Sara and even Khizer before he started begging for forgiveness. But the minute I threw his arm away, he had to have known that everything was over now. Khizer had unwittingly given me the reason to divorce him formally. I handed Khizer for everythingbefor ei had him drop me off back to my home, leaving Ashar reeling on the floor behind me. As for Sara, well she wasn't even worth my glance. It was a slow ride home and I had a lot to think about. Hareem was so attached to her father just like any other daughter in the world, so I would never tear them apart, no matter how much of a spineless lowlife he was. But I was now financially stable enough to provide for the both of us. As for our daughter….well I suppose that I didn't object to joint custody. Bot now I had to start looking for my own place to live. Maybe an apartment like Khizer, but closet to work and the town centre. It was strange….divorce wasn't a glorified title like it was in the western countries. It was certainly not a title that any women who's culture strongly enforced marriage wanted…but from the moment I left Khirad's apartment I have never felt more..free in my entire life. I felt like I was now free to live my own life as in independent woman, as I had proved myself in the past when I had no choice. I still sat in the car for while long after we had stopped outside the home I had shared with Ashar to think about my options. I didn't even realise that Khizer was staring at me as intensely as he was. When I looked over at him, it was like he knew what I was thinking as he welcomed me with those three words I didn't even know I was waiting for until this incident took place "you're free now, Khirad Ehsaan".