Chapter 40: Secrets Exposed.

She dialed Aydah's number again—it was still not reachable. Her heart sunk with fear. What happened to Aydah? Did succeed in seducing her husband? Did they sleep together? Are they together right now?
She hasn't seen Mahir come home last night and he didn't also come back in the morning. He always called when he has an emergency business trip to attend to, to avoid getting her worried when he's not coming home.
Maybe she should call him and hear his excuse. Yesterday morning, before he left for work—they had a huge fight. She accused him of so many things she wished she didn't. She called him names that she wished she could erase the memory. Possibly it was the reason why he wasn't home… or Aydah successfully lured him into her trap… it could be anything.
She has to call him…
'Adda Bushra—"
She snapped her head up and looked at Yasmin. 'Huh?" She blinked back to reality. She had almost forgotten she was in public, together with Yasmin and Madina, having dinner.
'You have been zoning out a lot tonight. Are you alright?" She asked worriedly. Bushra managed to smile and shook her head. 'It's… it's nothing… it's just a client that's giving me a hard time…" she stuttered. She knew they couldn't believe her, especially Madina.
'Oh C'mon, there's no way you're worried over a client's issue except that client is Mahir Dan-Musa," Madina said in a teasing tone. Bushra chuckled as she rolled her eyes in disbelief. 'I am telling you guys, nothing is wrong."
They let go of the talk, not because they believed her words but only because she was hard to crack except, she wants to. And whatever it is, Bushra would come around and tell them.
They finished dinner and headed home afterwards.
On her way home, she tried calling Aydah and it rang. Her face lit up, praying she answers the phone but instead, she rejects Bushra's call. Bushra kept the phone back to concentrate on driving. Her heart was at ease, thinking maybe she succeeded and she was together with her husband.
That's definitely the reason behind his absence last night and also today. If Aydah dares to sleep with her husband, no doubt she'd end her.
Bushra heart was boiling with anger. She felt a lump blocking the passage in her throat—it hurt. But it doesn't hurt as much as her heart was aching. She felt betrayed by the both of them. How could he do that to her? Just when things were going so smoothly between them. Just when she finds peace and felt safe around him.
She arrived home and heads into the house. Her heart felt slightly at ease when she sees his cars parked out the driveway.
She stepped out of her car and headed inside. It was really quiet—there was no movement of any such. She glanced over her wrist watch, it was just eight pm. She walked past the living room and head towards the stairs.
Her stomach churned but she ignored it. Possibly, it's the pregnancy hormones and she had just eaten. She was astounded that she hasn't felt the urge to throw up yet. Throwing up every time or feeling the urge to whenever she eats or perceives any type of scent or aroma—it was her new norm and she hates it.
She walked through the prolonged and extensive corridor that led to her room. Before she turned the door knob and opened the door, the familiar cologne hits her nostrils, making her stomach to drop to the floor with incredible shock and fear.
He was in her room.
She opened the door and peeped before she sauntered in. He was sitting on her bed, shirtless. He held his head with his palms as though his head was aching and trying to split in two.
She took a deep breath and walked further into the room. She headed to her closet and dropped her bag on the hanger.
'Had fun with the girls?" She heard him say as she unbutton her abaya. She took it off, her back facing him. She didn't know what brought him to her room. She wouldn't want to find out because by the looks of it, he was pissed with her. How he knows she was out with Yasmin and Madina after work today wasn't something surprising. She was used to him knowing her whereabouts even if she doesn't tell him.
'Yes, Yasmin just came back from New York two nights ago so we decided to have dinner." She turned to face him and her heart immediately skips a beat. He looks at her with his black eyes that looked lifeless. His glare bore into her—it was scary.
'Oh, Really?" He said, brows shooting up to the ceiling. He lets out a short, dry chuckle. He had his knuckled under his chin as he stared at her. 'You had dinner with Yasmin and your friend, Madina, and then who?" He asked her. She looks at him quizzically, wondering why he'd ask her.
'You know I only hangout with the only two of them, who would we possibly invite again?" She was slightly getting irritated. Why was he asking her all these sorts of irrelevant questions as if she had done something ill that he'd know?
She looked beside, there was a folded white paper beside him. Her heart was beating so fast and hard that she felt it would escape from her ribcage. Is that a divorce paper? Was he letting go of her? It had to be a divorce paper. What would he possibly do with a paper if he wasn't going to divorce her?
He traced her eyes to the paper and smiled irately. His teeth were visible when he beamed. 'I don't know? You could invite an old friend, of course. Maybe your previous course mate, Aydah."
She gasped, almost choking on her own spit. She was caught off guard that she felt throwing up at the spot. She felt the muscle in her heart tighten with incredible force. Her breathing had become so light and her mouth gaped. She held her tummy when it churned as her world suddenly comes crashing down on her.
This is the reason why he's divorcing her? It was what she wanted but she felt taken aback when he knows what she did and he was truly divorcing her.
'I never thought you were this imprudent and idiotic until I found out you were the one who sent that wayward girl to my office to seduce me. What was your plan exactly? To test my loyalty? Ha. Ha… even if I was going to have an affair, it would be with someone more beautiful and intelligent than the girl you sent. Possibly, if you sent someone way more hotter than her I would've considered doing something with her…"
Unhappy lines on her face etched deeply as her vision blurred with tears. She bites her lips to keep herself from crying—it was hard not to. Especially when someone you have something for continuously keep saying things that'd hurt you.
She lowered her head when the first tear rolled down. Her throat was hurting so bad that she could feel the pain travel through her head.
She heard the crumbling sound of the paper and she instantly snaps her head up to see what he was doing. He took the paper that was beside him and opened it. looking through it, he smiled. It was a smile that had both agony and resentment in it—and she caused it upon him.
'I… I can explain… I swear…"
'Why don't you explain the reason behind not telling me you're five weeks pregnant?" He plaguily turned the paper to her sight—it was her pregnancy test result, plus the sonogram of the baby. She hid the test result somewhere she never thought he'd never bother looking—how in living God did he find it?
She burst into tears as she felt the searing pain in her heart. There was too much to deal with at the same time. And she knew no matter how she tried to explain it to him, he'd never listen—not by the way he was angry and the hatred for her was visible in his eyes.
'You must be so stupid to careless allow yourself to conceive when you know I don't want to have a child with you. Why would you even have that thought? Are you out of your freaking mind? If not because of my money, why would you get pregnant for me despite knowing our agreement?" His voice was so loud, so thunderous that Bushra had to cover her ears from his flamboyant, searing voice.
'Just f*cking say the amount you want and walk THE F*CK OUT OF MY LIFE. If you wanted to split up now, you should've said it! You shouldn't have stressed yourself by hiring some wayward girl to seduce me into having an affair with her just to have a reason to get out of the marriage. I'm not holding you back… I never said I would. Because guess what, I don't bloody care about you or your feelings or whatever that has to do with you, Bushra!"
Bushra had her body pinned to the door by the way he was so close to her. She was afraid he might end up hitting her if she wasn't careful. She had one hand covering her mouth from crying out loud and the other holding her tummy. She was just paralyzed to the spot, the menacing aura holding her in a tightening spot.
She hears the door bang close, making her to shake in fear. She slowly opened her eyes to see he had left. She slowly, loosen the drip on herself and got to her feet to lock the door. She was terrified he might come back. She couldn't afford to risk her life or her unborn baby.
She slumped down to the floor, sobbing. Her life came crashing all at once—she has completely lost him, she declared. He was mad at her for setting him up with her friend, she should've known he'd eventually find out she's behind it. He told her if she had brought someone hotter, he would've slept with—did he meant those words? Or did he spill them out, out of anger?
He told her he didn't want her or the baby she was carrying. He wanted out of the marriage, he wanted her out of his life. He didn't want anything that has to do with her. He hates her…
She felt a searing pain in her chest, making her to clench her chest tightly and close her eyes shut—it was so painful.
Her stomach churned and she hurriedly got to her feet and rushed to the bathroom. She spewed out everything she had eaten—from the Chinese rice to the roasted chicken and orange juice. Her stomach kept disrupting, pushing everything out of her.
She crawled down out of the bathroom and managed to get to her bed. The world was spinning as she felt like her head was going to split in two. She closed her eyes shut firmly, gasping for air.
This was the part she hated the most about her pregnancy journey—throwing up, feeling dizzy, headache and there's no one there for her. She hadn't even told anyone about the pregnancy. Not even her sister, not even when she met Aunty few days ago and she asked if she was pregnant because she looked like she was—she denied. She denied being pregnant. She was so afraid to tell anyone, thinking Mahir would find out that way.
Only if she knew he'd find out on his own.
She clenches her quilt and shoved her face into it. She cried into it noiselessly, to avoid herself from crying out loud.
It hurts… so bad. Everything hurts, everything was painful. She wanted it to stop—the judgmental voices, the pains, his words…
It was all too much for her to handle.
Her biggest fear was losing it and she did—facing that fear was something she doesn't see herself doing.