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&quot;Sebastian.&quot; His name was a soft prayer on her lips, waiting to be whispered.<br /> He was here, right in front of her. And he would see right through her happy facade.<br /> He was the only one she could never convince. She could fool everyone else about how happy and alive she was but not him. He always saw right through her.<br /> He gave her a small smile, a small sad smile. &quot;Chocolate cupcakes are still your thing, huh?&quot;<br /> Anisha gave a small nod but turned to walk away. Not in front of him. She couldn&#039;t act like she was okay. He would see the cracks and quite frankly, she just didn&#039;t have it in her anymore to pull it together and act as if she was okay.<br /> She didn&#039;t want to cry either nor did she want to smile.<br /> —<br /> Anisha held the mug filled with milk tea in her hands and took a seat at the dining table. It was still early morning and neither Andrew nor the kids would be awake for another hour.<br /> She needed to be alone. Ever since she had fainted at work last week, she had been on edge. Something was wrong.<br /> Lately, she had noticed how tired and weak she felt. But of course, that was nothing new. Being tired could simply be a result of the fact that she wasn&#039;t getting much sleep lately and being weak could be a result of her not eating a lot lately.<br /> But it was the small purple bruise on her her lower left hip that had scared her. She hadn&#039;t even noticed it until a few days ago when she had been playing with her daughter and Mira had pointed out that Mommy had a boo-boo. She had tried to convince herself that perhaps such a bruise was because she had hit the nightstand in her room. But she knew it could also mean something more.<br /> She knew this because of the way her fellow doctors had acted around her after they had run a few blood tests after she had fainted. It was as if they knew something, or at least suspected something, and were afraid to tell her.<br /> And the answers were in the manila envelope in front of her. The envelope that held a copy of her blood results.<br /> Slowly, she gathered the will and tore open the envelope. Tears flooded her eyes even before she had read the letter.<br /> She could sense it. Something was wrong.<br /> Her eyes slowly scanned the letter, her hands shaking visibly, her lips trembling, heavy teardrops falling and her heart breaking into a million pieces.<br /> It couldn&#039;t be true. It couldn&#039;t be.<br /> She focused on the two numbers that made it clear that something was so very wrong with her.<br /> Her blood count was low and abnormal.<br /> It could&#039;ve meant a number of things. But she knew what it was.<br /> Why? Because of the alternative tests the doctor had suggested. Because of the fact that she was scheduled for a bone marrow test next Thursday at 1 PM. Because of the fear in Sebastian&#039;s voice that her fainting, her bruising easily, her feeling weak and tired all the time, her not eating anymore, it all meant something worse, something far worse than a common flu or a little weakness.<br /> This couldn&#039;t be happening. Not to her. Not this early in life.<br /> It couldn&#039;t be her results.<br /> She was healthy and perfectly fine. Healthy and well.<br /> She reread the results once again, looking at every number, every letter, every word.<br /> The letter had to be a lie. It couldn&#039;t be happening. Not to her. Not this early in life.<br /> She slowly folded the letter and shoved the letter into her cardigan pocket. She sat on the dining table, staring at nothing.<br /> She didn&#039;t know what to feel. She didn&#039;t know what to say. She didn&#039;t know what to do.<br /> She felt empty, empty and broken.<br /> She looked up as her husband walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple. He barely gave her a glance. Not a single nod of acknowledgement or a &#039;good morning.&#039;<br /> She smiled softly and slowly stood up. Maybe she should tell him.<br /> He needed to know. He deserved to know.<br /> But she couldn&#039;t. She couldn&#039;t tell him. She wasn&#039;t even sure what was going on yet. And it was her problem to deal with. He wouldn&#039;t care anyway. He never had.<br /> He had made it clear how little she meant to him, how much he didn&#039;t care about her and how much he hated her.<br /> But still she never gave up on him. After fourteen years, she should have. She should&#039;ve packed her bags and left.<br /> But she never did.<br /> It wasn&#039;t only for the kids. It was also for him, for the two of them. She hoped that he would change, that he would slowly learn to forgive her and move on from the past.<br /> But he never did.<br /> &quot;Wait Andrew, do you want some tea?&quot; The glint of hope in her voice slowly diminishing. But still she asked. Maybe today would be the day. Maybe today he would eat breakfast with her. Maybe today he would show her he still cared. That he still loved her.<br /> He gave her a quick glance and shook his head. &quot;Anisha, don&#039;t act like you care. There&#039;s no need to pretend, especially since the kids are still asleep.&quot;<br /> It was nothing new. It was a morning routine. Normally, she would&#039;ve said something back. And they would have a full-blown argument in the kitchen. He would yell at her and she would scream back at him. A few minutes later and after few hurtful words, he would leave his heartbroken wife all alone in the kitchen. And Anisha would stand and cry for her failed marriage.<br /> But not today. Today, her mind was focused on the letter hidden in the left pocket of her cardigan.<br /> She turned and sat back down at the table as he turned around and left. She slowly pulled out the letter and simply stared at the folded piece of paper.<br /> This couldn&#039;t be happening.<br /> But she couldn&#039;t keep denying it anymore.<br /> The truth was inevitable. She couldn&#039;t change it. But sitting at the dining table, surrounded by a cup of tea and a copy of her blood test results, at 6 AM on a Tuesday morning, Anisha slowly found herself begging for some kind of hope. Any kind of hope.<br /> <br /> Anisha looked up as Amanda walked into the hall, wearing a short navy dress, the color exactly similar to the shirt Andrew was wearing under his suit.<br /> Anisha gasped as Amanda quickly spotted Andrew and made her way over to him.<br /> The nerve of that woman. To first show up wearing a dress that was better fit for a teenage and then to publically throw herself all over a married man.<br /> But she knew her husband was no saint. He accepted all her advances. And Anisha knew better than anyone, he too made advances on many.<br /> Anisha found herself more concerned with what they were wearing. They had planned to match; he had coordinated what he was wearing to the color of Amanda&#039;s dress.<br /> The sadness overpowered her. She had always wanted to be one of those couples who matched together. How cute the pictures would be!<br /> But now, here she was wearing a green dress that heavily contrasted her husband&#039;s navy suit.<br /> And who was she lying to? Andrew didn&#039;t know the smallest things about her. He knew nothing about the woman he had supposedly been wed to for sixteen years.<br /> The last thing he would even be concerned about would be if they matched or not.<br /> Nor could he be bothered to take a picture with her.<br /> And all his affection was only for public display.<br /> But she still wondered then, why did he tell Mira that he thought she was beautiful.<br /> Anisha raised an eyebrow and turned to Mira who was looking at her mother wide-eyed, afraid that her mother would scold her for what she had said.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m sowrry Mommy.&quot;<br /> &quot;Mira, what did you call her?&quot;<br /> &quot;Nothwing Mommy. I just...you know. Oh come on mommy, don&#039;t look at me like that. &quot;<br /> Anisha quickly stopped smiling and turned to her daughter. As much as she hated Amanda for ruining her life, her marriage and her happiness, Anisha refused to raise her daughter like that.<br /> &quot;Why do you say that? Wait, where did you even learn that word?&quot;<br /> &quot;Because she is.&quot;<br /> &quot;Mira.&quot; Anisha warned.<br /> &quot;Okay, okay. She&#039;s always trying to peck daddy. Why does she do that? Daddy is only supposed to peck you. And even daddy said that she&#039;s annoying. He only likes her because she&#039;s good in bed. Whatever that means.&quot;<br /> &quot;Where did you hear that?&quot;<br /> Mira shrugged. &quot;I heard Daddy talking on the phone one time.&quot;<br /> Anisha sighed and closed her eyes, gathering all the courage she had in her. &quot;Mira, baby look at me. I need to tell you something very important.&quot;<br /> This was the most important lesson Anisha could leave behind for her daughter.<br /> &quot;No matter how mean, annoying and hateful a person is, you must be a good person. If someone is mean to you, that doesn&#039;t mean anything. You don&#039;t get to mean in return. You need to be a good person and be nice to them.&quot;<br /> &quot;But...&quot;<br /> &quot;No buts Mira. I&#039;m serious. Kindness is everything in the world and at the end of the day, you never know what a simple smile could do.&quot;<br /> &quot;But I hate her! Even more than I hate Aaron.&quot;<br /> &quot;It doesn&#039;t matter if you hate her or love her. When someone needs help, you help them. No matter what. We all have our weaknesses and we all want someone to help us.&quot;<br /> For Anisha, raising her children wasn&#039;t about what they dressed like and how much they spent on toys and clothes. It wasn&#039;t about appearance but instead it was about character. All she really cared about what the kind of person they would turn into. Because for her, attitude and personality were a lot more important than physical appearances.<br /> And all she wanted them to learn from her was to always be a good person. Despite whatever the circumstance might be.<br /> She wanted them to see the good in people. The same way she had spent fourteen years overlooking every wrongdoing of Andrew and focusing rather on the small acts that proved he cared.<br /> Even if he acted like he didn&#039;t.<br /> Anisha shook away her thoughts away and turned to Mira. &quot;Wait whose Aaron?&quot;<br /> The way Mira&#039;s cheeks reddened and the shyness that surrounded her didn&#039;t go unnoticed by Anisha. Her daughter had a crush!<br /> &quot;Stuwpid Aaron. He sits next to me in class and during reading time, he always throws erasers at me. And sometimes he steals my sparkly pens.&quot; Mira mumbled, almost afraid to admit that she liked the boy who sat next to her and teased her on a daily basis.<br /> &quot;Are you sure you don&#039;t like him?&quot; Anisha teased.<br /> &quot;NO! I hate him.&quot;<br /> Anisha couldn&#039;t stop smiling as her daughter told her story after story about Aaron and how such she claimed to hate him.<br /> The evening was going far better than she had even imagined. These minutes with her daughter meant the world for her. And Anisha knew now, that at least Mira would have some sort of good memory with her mother.<br /> &quot;Mira, I&#039;m going to get food for both of us. Okay?&quot;<br /> Mira nodded and smiled, showing her missing front tooth. &quot;Make sure to get lots and lots of jelly beans.&quot;<br /> &quot;I&#039;m not sure they have jelly beans but I&#039;ll see.&quot;<br /> Mira and her obsession with jelly beans. Of course, they wouldn&#039;t have jelly beans but Anisha made note to buy a whole bag of them when she went grocery shopping later that weekend.<br /> She was going to spoil her daughter as much as she could in her last days.<br /> Anisha&#039;s mouth watered when she saw the chocolate cupcakes. Maybe Mira and her could have a sweet snack before dinner.<br /> Someone reached for the same cupcake at the same time. Anisha looked up to apologize but instead she came face to face with a pair of bright green eyes.<br /> The bright green eyes that belonged to the person who really knew every bit of her, every white lie and black secret, even the ones she even kept hidden from her dear husband.<br /> The one person she had spent all evening avoiding.<br /> Sebastian Knight.<br /> &quot;Sebastian.&quot; His name was a soft prayer on her lips, waiting to be whispered.<br /> He was here, right in front of her. And he would see right through her happy facade.<br /> He was the only one she could never convince. She could fool everyone else about how happy and alive she was but not him. He always saw right through her.<br /> He gave her a small smile, a small sad smile. &quot;Chocolate cupcakes are still your thing, huh?&quot;<br /> Anisha gave a small nod but turned to walk away. Not in front of him. She couldn&#039;t act like she was okay. He would see the cracks and quite frankly, she just didn&#039;t have it in her anymore to pull it together and act as if she was okay.<br /> She didn&#039;t want to cry either nor did she want to smile.<br /> She wanted to give up. And so she was, slowly, day by day.<br /> She was sick of it. Sick of the tears, sick of the heartbreak, sick of the pain, the fake laughs. She was sick of everything life had thrown her way. She could only take so much. And she had. There wasn&#039;t much left.<br /> Sebastian gently reached out, turning her to face him, his hands placed softly on her shoulders.<br /> &quot;How are you Anisha?&quot;<br /> &quot;I&#039;m fine.&quot;<br /> His green eyes darkened with worry. She was lying, anyone could see that.<br /> This woman standing in front of him looked nothing like the girl he had fallen in love with some twenty years ago. It wasn&#039;t age, she wasn&#039;t even that old. But it was the toll life had taken on her.<br /> The dark bags under her eyes showed the lack of sleep. The emptiness in her eyes showed the pain she had suffered. She was frail and unhealthy.<br /> And he knew there was nothing he could do to help her.<br /> He tried once again. &quot;How are you actually and I know it&#039;s not fine?&quot;<br /> &quot;Let go Sebastian. I don&#039;t know why you feel the need to ask me how I am more than once. Especially since I just told you I&#039;m doing great. Besides, I&#039;m sure Andrew wouldn&#039;t appreciate you trying to talk to his wife.&quot;<br /> &quot;His wife is also my best friend and my ex-girlfriend.&quot;<br /> &quot;I think the key word there was ex. Now if you&#039;ll excuse me, my daughter is waiting.&quot;<br /> She pulled away, tears brimmed her eyes. No, she begged herself not to cry. Not here, not where everyone could see.<br /> Two steps.<br /> Curse her fate.<br /> First him, now her.<br /> She took two steps and came face to face with Andrew&#039;s lover.<br /> First Sebastian and now Amanda.<br /> Anisha could see the wide smirk plastered on Amanda&#039;s face, as if she was trying to show she had won some prize. And she had, hadn&#039;t she?<br /> Amanda had managed to pull Andrew right out of Anisha&#039;s grasp.<br /> But standing there, looking at the woman her husband seemed to care more about than his own wife, the wife he lawfully wedded and claimed as his, anger arose in Anisha.<br /> Anisha was sick of it. Of all of it.<br /> She was so sick of it. And she was more than done with allowing people to walk all over her.<br /> Honestly, she didn&#039;t have enough strength anymore. And whatever time she did have left, she didn&#039;t want to cry.<br /> She spent more than enough time crying and cursing her days.<br /> Not anymore. Never again.<br /> &quot;Anisha, how nice to see you.&quot;<br /> Anisha looked up with a fire blazing in her eyes. They would pay. She would make them pay. Andrew would regret the day he chose another woman over his wife and Amanda would regret the day she messed with Anisha&#039;s family.<br /> &quot;I&#039;m not sure what&#039;s nice in seeing the wife of the man you&#039;re sleeping with.&quot;<br /> Amanda&#039;s smirk faltered, she had definitely not expected that response.<br /> &quot;Well, I mean it&#039;s nice to know that he plans on leaving you soon.&quot;<br /> Anisha&#039;s eyes softened in pain. She could pretend that the things around her didn&#039;t bother her. But they did. They did and she hated it.<br /> She hated that the fact that he still had the power to tear her apart. Even when she thought the pain and heartbreak couldn&#039;t get worse, he always found a way to tear her apart even more, to hurt beyond what she could endure.<br /> &quot;Pity isn&#039;t it. He&#039;s leaving you soon, for me. And then he wants to get married and try for baby, our baby.&quot;<br /> Normally, Anisha was the type of woman who looked for the good in others. She always believed that each person had some bit of goodness in their heart.<br /> But standing there in the corner of the fall, Anisha realized how wrong she had been. Life had proven over and over to her that some people simply just didn&#039;t care about anyone else but themselves.<br /> And Amanda was one of those people.<br /> Anisha&#039;s brown eyes settled on the woman in front of her, the woman who had destroyed her marriage, the woman who had ruined her life.<br /> Her voice was low but deadly as she spoke. They would pay. They would all pay. &quot;Congratulations Amanda. You two really are good for each other. The lying woman and the untrusting prick.&quot;<br /> Amanda furrowed her eyebrows, clearly confused as to what was going on. Often during their encounters, Anisha would back down, almost afraid to even dare look at her. Surely, sometime must be wrong.<br /> Maybe it was beverage. But Amanda knew Anisha wasn&#039;t a drinker.<br /> So where was this confidence coming from?<br /> Anisha was breaking apart on the inside. He was going to leave her. She begged herself to hold it together.<br /> Time wasn&#039;t on her side, she knew that. And she was going to let Amanda have it today.<br /> &quot;But let&#039;s clear a few things, shall we? First of all, he won&#039;t be leaving me. I&#039;ll be the one leaving him soon, for good. So you don&#039;t need to worry about that.&quot;<br /> &quot;Second, even if he does marry you, always remember you were the other woman and you will always be the second option. I was his first wife, I was the first woman he ever slept with and I will always hold a special place in his heart. We both know, that deep down, a part of him will always love me. Because when you love someone, you don&#039;t forget about them, no matter how much you want to.&quot;<br /> &quot;And even if I&#039;m not there Amanda, you will always be his second choice. He may not get along with me but we both know how much he loves Ryan and Mira. And at the end of the day, they will be his priority, even over any children you give him.&quot;<br /> Anisha turned to leave. She could see Mira sitting at the table, playing with her doll and waiting for her mother to return with jelly beans.<br /> Anisha looked at Amanda one last time, the fire in her eyes fading. The corners of her lips tugged upwards as she stared at a baffled Amanda.<br /> &quot;Oh and also, I don&#039;t know what lies you&#039;ve been telling him. But remember, Amanda, the truth doesn&#039;t stay hidden forever. One day the truth will come out. That day may be too late but one day, he will realize what the truth is. And when that day comes, I hope you&#039;re ready. You ruined my life. You ruined my marriage, you broke apart my family, you took away every ounce of happiness from me. But Amanda, life doesn&#039;t work like that. You can&#039;t ruin another person&#039;s happiness and then expect your life to be all sunshine and rainbows. This will come around to you. And when it does, I really hope you&#039;re able to look at yourself in the mirror.&quot;<br /> Anisha quickly turned to walk away and her facade fell. Heavy teardrops collected and began falling.<br /> Was he really leaving her? Why should she even care, especially when she knew she was leaving soon, that too for good?<br /> &quot;Anisha.&quot;<br /> She looked up. Sebastian.<br /> Pity. She hated pity. She hated it. Hated it. Hated it. She hated when people, especially Sebastian, looked at her with pity.<br /> &quot;Sebastian. You just don&#039;t get what leave me alone means.&quot;<br /> He smiled softly and hesitantly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into an embrace.<br /> &quot;Anisha.&quot;<br /> &quot;No please. I really don&#039;t want to talk about it.&quot; She pulled away and wiped her tears. The fake smile plastered on her face once again. Talking a hold of his hand she pulled him to the dance floor. &quot;Dance with me Sebastian.&quot;<br /> Anisha hated dancing. But she just wanted to be held. She just wanted to be wanted. She wanted someone to love her, someone to tell her that they did love her, to look at her like she meant something to them.<br /> And Sebastian was that person.

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