The Other Woman
"Kiyara," he whispered breathlessly, looking at her before kissing her again. I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on the scene before me. My husband, Raghav, was kissing another woman. Kiyara. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I tried to hold them back, but it was no use. They streamed down my cheeks, hot and bitter, as I watched the man I loved betray. Raghav and Kiyara finally broke apart, and he turned to face me. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of guilt. But it was quickly replaced by a look of indifference. But I just stood there, silent and frozen, as my heart shattered into a million pieces. ... Natasha Kashyap Raghav's wife or his wife by name, but never by heart. For years, she waited for Raghav to see her, to love her, to choose her. But his heart had always belonged to someone else. Kiyara. The woman he adored. The woman he never let go of. She watched from the shadows as he showered Kiyara with the love she had longed for. She endured lonely nights, cold silences, and a marriage that felt more like a prison. This is the story of a woman who was never truly loved... A deeply emotional tale of heartbreak and betrayal. *** Tropes Cheating husband × wife Billionaire/singer × house-wife The other woman_ *** Smut and sensitive content warning in some chapters. 18+
