Last night, my husband surprised me with a romantic dinner. He never does that, so I was caught off guard. After we ate and finished our wine, I jokingly asked if something was up.
He went silent… then admitted he had been CHEATING! I was stunned. But it got worse… he said she might be PREGNANT!
Before I could even react, he made a call and said, “COME IN.” I heard the door open. When I turned around. I froze.
It was my cousin, Afsana. The room spun a little. Afsana?
She was standing there like she’d just walked into a brunch invite—tight dress, perfect eyeliner, not even pretending to be ashamed. I hadn’t seen her in almost a year. She used to come around all the time, especially when we hosted get-togethers.
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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