Anisha didn't say a single word. She simply stood and stared at Andrew, realization slowly setting in. The quiet silence that followed was heartbreaking. But nothing hurt more than the question he had just asked.
The cup of tea slipped from her hands and fell to the floor. The shattering of the cup was the same as her broken heart.
Here, she had thought he couldn't possibly hurt her anymore. But again, he proved otherwise.
A dry, pathetic laugh escaped her lips.
She didn't even know what to say. She watched as guilt and anger highlighted his face.
Maybe their relationship was never meant to be. Andrew, her husband, the man she had been wed to for seventeen f*****g years, didn't have the smallest bit of trust in her.
Anisha gripped onto the counter, holding on for dear life. She tried
