I was having sleepless nights thinking about my failed marriage and I tried to busy myself with my studies as there was nothing left from my broken marriage.
I knew I couldn’t turn back the clock and make everything right as I didn’t want to go back to the man whom I loved so wholeheartedly and in return, he slept with another woman in our marriage bed. I just didn't want to bring that scene back to my mind again. I just let it lie in my subconsciousness. And my life just moved on as if I had never gotten married and continued with my daily routine.
It was a few days after Marc’s departure that I finally got the courage to call my parents. The phone started ringing but as soon as it was received I heard someone else's voice, it did not sound like my mother but before I could ask that p
