A small smile plays on my face as I think about how Ayaan was trying his hard to strike a conversation with me since the moment we reached the hotel and complimenting me way often than before. Maybe I was going overboard with me being angry on him. I exit the washroom and walked towards our table where Ayaan might be waiting for me. The smile that was playing on my lips replaced by a scowl. My eyes almost bulge out of my face. My shake were shaking in rage at that moment I wanted nothing but to kill my own husband and that woman too.
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