You Are Still My Wife!

Idri's eyebrow Twitched hearing the way she addressed him. She was formal and did not have any excitement in her voice that she always had before whenever she saw him. She looked thinner and pale as well. It made him upset. He entered her house, looked around while looking at her from time to time. He finally sighed heavily and turned to bombard her with questions as her silence was killing him.

"Why did you leave my mansion? You did not tell me but sent me away from you. Why are you avoiding me? Do you know when was the last time I saw you?"

Frieze was irritated with his questions and replied in a cold tone, "We are divorced now. I don't think I am liable to answer any of your questions plus you can't just enter somebody's house like this."

Idri squinted his eyes, walked towards her and grabbed her arms pulling her towards his chest. He looked into his eyes while her expression remained cold. "I am your husband. You are not somebody. You are still my wife. I have entered my wife's new home since she left without informing her own husband about it."

"Let's just keep this neutral. I don't want any pressure. I am happy with this new life. You stay happy with your new wife. We are even. You can leave now." She released herself from his grip and looked away with her back facing him.

weak. He stood there numb. He was clueless on how to deal with her at such a critical moment. He hugged her tightly from the back planting

frustrated and released herself once again from his grip. She turned around and next moment, a slap reddened his cheeks. He did not react but she lost it at the moment and finally spoke what she

my heart and my trust. You expect me to trust you again and you will again make me sign divorce papers for a second time? I refuse to give you another chance of betrayal. You failed as a husband. You don't deserve me. Get out

had tears rolling down his cheeks which she didn't notice. She shrugged and continued

stop crying." He locked the door behind him and walked upto his car. He sat inside the car and went on murmuring "Please don't cry. I can't see those tears. What did I

emotional stress. Her body temperature seemed high

caught with fever after crying and am afraid she will fall sick. She seems to be in emotional stress by the way she broke down. Please help. She won't let me stay and went screaming at me asking me to leave. So I came down and sat in the car. Please check on her. I am sending you

there. We both will be there right away. Just