my heart was beating a thousand miles a second. i was rooted to my position and my voice was completely lost. how i wish i could run up to my husband and protect him from the peice of weapon that nakedly pointed towards his heart.
i wasnt believeing until this very moment. so this woman is responsible for all the misery that has befallen us. i still cant believe that she was this too faced while she was the one who looked after me the most when i depressed after coming out of my coma. how could she put up with that facade? right now, the Aunty Bano whom i saw a kind and gentle woman was nowhere to be seen. instead, there was a woman standing at the entrance of our room with glacier cold eyes fillied with hate and loathing as smug and vile smirk raised her lips.
i felt so angry at her. i
