Chapter 210 - What about the child in her stomach?

|Innaya|

"Are you still going to stay silent?" Eshan left his mother's hold and came to my side. Holding my forearm, he made me face him. I refused to meet his gaze. I would rather prefer running away from this situation than staying.

It might be cowardness in some people's opinion, but for me, this was the only way to protect myself. That year I had spent with my father without my mother by my side had taught me many things. Silence, was one of the many things I had learned.

I had no answers to his questions and no explanation for his mother's. It would be better if they solved this issue. Could I pretend this did not involve me at all?

Eshan held my chin, raising my face upward to face him, he probed further. His fingers were cold on my skin, but the fire in his eyes had the opposite effect on my heart. "I'm asking you something?" Eshan raised his voice.

I shivered at the unconcealed rage in his gaze. He was furious. "I-I… don't…"'be angry.' I wanted to say that, but Eshan's mother did not give me any chance.

She scoffed, glaring daggers at me. "What would she tell you? I'll show you her shameless deeds." She pushed me away from Eshan, and bending down, picked up her clutch. Opening it, she took out a stack of photos. "Here, see this. Look clearly, how she has been cheating on you all along." She placed those photos in Eshan's hands.

Eshan did not even glance at them. His eyes were suddenly calm as he looked at the way his mother was behaving. His gaze was too calm as if a storm was brewing, and this calmness was before it. Who that storm would harm was yet to be determined. I had a very bad feeling about it.

He had decided something. What? I had no idea. His eyes held the determination along with unmasked hurt.

I clenched my fist by my side. I was never good at handling many people. Angry people who would not give me a chance to explain were the hardest for me to manage. What was I supposed to do?

What pictures she was talking about? I never had taken photos with someone, which could be categorized as immoral. And, I was never in that sort of situation which could be considered indecent. Part of me wanted to take a look at those photos so that I could grasp the situation more clearly.

Alas! My hands were frozen by my side. Eshan's silence was frightening me. He should not do something which he would regret all his life.

"How could you Innya? If you were not happy in this marriage, you should have left him. How could you betray Eshan like this?" Ayesha jumped in the conversation which had nothing to do with her.

Her intrusion was like petrol in the current explosive situation. Eshan's anger got triggered because of her. She opened her mouth, wishing to say something. However, Eshan's one glare directly sealed her mouth. She hurriedly hid behind Eshan's mother, seeking shelter from her.

"Did you not learn your lesson? Keep your mouth shut. You wanted to leave, right? Pack your stuff and leave. Stay out of our family matters." Eshan replied to Ayesha in a rather threatening manner.

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.