Erica's POV

A tear rolled down the cheeks as I packed the last shirt in the suitcase. The perfectly ironed blue shirt was now completely damp with my tears on them. The droplets glistened on the silk cloth as the sunshine hit them, which were peeking through the curtains in this dull morning. The shower kept splashing in the bathroom as the Shaheer took his morning bath. Neither did the shower stopped pouring nor did my tears for the next few minute while I continued to bawl my eyes out until the shower turned off and Shaheer came out completely dressed and ready to leave. I looked away from him trying to hide my wet expressions from him. I shuffled through the suitcase to find his jacket which I usually steal from his wardrobe to wear. The leather jacket smells exactly the same as he does.

His arms wrapped around me as he cocooned me in his strong limbs as I dropped the leather jacket on the bed. We stood just like that for minutes, both of us hoping the time to stop. None of us moved even a bit as we tried to embrace each other as long as we could. "I will miss you so much!" he purred as his breath hit my tender skin in the crook of my neck. I sniffles against my neck as a tear dropped on my shoulders. I turned over to meet his teary eyes. His eyes glistened as the tears slid down the cheeks.

"Why do you have to leave?" I asked as he engulfed me in his arms.

"I know.... I don't want to leave you and the baby. But I have this last schedule in Jakarta and then I'll be completely free. I cannot cancel the commitments. So I will have to go. " he said in a deep voice as if he had a huge boulder crushing his chest.

"please come back early." I said slightly defeated by the fact that he actually is going to leave. This isn't first time that he is leaving for work but my emotions couldn't help me create this melodramatic scene. He nodded his head in a definite yes mouthing a silent 'I Will'. He glanced towards the clock and both of us knew what that meant. He hugged me for the one last time before he left the front door and hoped into the cab that waited outside the house to drop him to the airport.

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I cut the phone call and threw the phone on the couch as I continued to edit my YouTube videos. It was Shah's call which ended for just mere minutes. Generally we would talk hours and hours about things that won't even matter. And today was the day when we merely talked for about five minutes. Five minutes and thirty eight seconds to be precise. He did sound a little bit tired. Probably he was just too busy to talk to me at the moment. Or maybe he just doesn't want to talk at first place. Or maybe he just found someone else . Or maybe I am just over thinking. Yeah! He was tired and that's the reason he didn't talk much.

I continued editing the videos. Making YouTube videos was the way I used to spend my days at home while I was on the maternity leave. I was on the last part of the video editing when Ifrah called me.

"I am so sorry Erica. I can't even believe Shaheer could do this." she said with disappointment in her voice. Whatever she just said made no sense to me.

"What are you talking about Ifrah Di?" I said with the questionable voice.

"Oh so you don't know what just happened?" she said with pauses as if she realised that she just spilled the beans over something that I had no idea about. Now I was way too curious. What did Shaheer do that disappoints her so much. "Look Erica I don't know how are you going to react to this. But know that the entire family is with you."

"Di, Can you please be clear?" I had no idea what was going on. And everything that she said was making me nothing but anxious. I was getting apprehensive that something bad is gonna happen.

"Look Erica.... Please do not stress out and listen to me carefully. Shaheer...." I heard the initial part of the sentence but the latter went unheard as I focused on the pop-up article popped up on the laptop screen that I was working on. It said...

"Shaheer Sheikh back to Ex-girlfriend, cheats on his pregnant wife."

What a thunderclap these words were to me. My heart sunk to my stomach as I realise the reason why Shaheer didn't talk to me much today. Because he was busy with his love. I cut Ifrah's call unattended while she trying her best to calm the situation down.

I read the entire article still unable to believe that its true. The article also had pictures of them in the club as they cosied up to each other. Both of them were so close to each other that could hurt any wife seeing her husband so close to some other woman. And there it was the worst part of all - the video. The video of them kissing. The lips that were still mine were now being tasted by some other woman. My mind still couldn't fathom why he would do that.

I called him seeking him for answers. The phone ringed for what seemed really long. He picked up the call and answered "Hello" in a deep hoarse croaky voice. I kept silent still clueless about how to form words to express how hurt I was.

"Erica, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I.." I cut the call immediately not being able to resist my pain. I broke down a stream of tears while I caressed my baby bump. Nothing hurts more than being disappointed by the one whom I thought would never hurt me.

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