Chapter 210 - What about the child in her stomach? (2/2)

Eshan's mother protected Ayesha behind her. ”Don't talk to her in that manner. She only has your well-being in her mind. If you have anything, then say to her.” His mother turned to me. Sharp nail of her index finger painted in the blood-red color was pointed at me.

Helplessly, I could only stare at her. Could she not see the change in her son's emotions? Maybe she was too blinded by her anger at me.

”Take a look at those photos and then decide. How could you let yourself fooled by this vixen, Eshan? I had repeatedly told you. You made the wrong decision, son. But, that's okay. It's not that late either,” she said to him.

'Not late?' I asked in my mind. If I had a child with Eshan, or I was pregnant, would she have still said the same thing? Maybe, at that point, she would have simply said that Eshan was not that child's father. I shuddered, imagining that situation. What would have I done if she had done that?

”Not late?” Eshan clasped his hands behind his back. His eyes suddenly turned cold. Corner of his mouth curved in a dangerous smirk. His mother did not take a notice of it though.

She continued. ”Yes, not late. Here, sign on this and end this sham of a marriage.” She then placed the divorce papers in Eshan's hands. How many copies had she made?

I closed my eyes. Last one month I had tried my hardest to keep this thing away from Eshan. I did not know how to handle it. Naively, I had thought that if ignored it, nothing would happen. Perhaps I would find a way to appease his mother. The present situation proved how foolish I was.

Eshan looked at those papers in his hands along with those photos.

”Who gave you these photos?” He threw those photos on the ground without taking even a single look at them. All the while, his eyes were fixed at me.

Under the constant stare of his, I felt guilty as if I had committed a crime. Had I? I could not even face him. All the sufferings, all the distance between us, all those sleepless nights, those nightmares, those tears… in the end, it boiled down to this moment. I could only look helplessly at him.

In the end, I had failed to solve the matter before it could reach him. Behind the mask of silence, I could see how he was breaking. Biting my lip, I considered the possibility of holding him. The fact that he did not even glance at those photos showed how much he trusted me.

Back then just catching that unfortunate moment of him holding that interior designer had forced that outburst from me. I had just reached the conclusion of him cheating on me without any solid evidence. Here his mother had produced the evidence.

Any other man at his place would have believed his mother, immediately signing those papers and ending everything. Tears rolled down from my eyes.

”That's not important, son. Whosoever it is, does it matter? We got to know about her true colors. And, that's more important. If not for those photos, how could I have realized how she was ruining your life?  Just sign on these papers and ask her to leave your life. Everything will be fine, once we get rid of her.” His mother refused to answer him, diverting the topic.

”What about the child in her stomach?” Eshan asked, folding his hands across his chest.