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Her only companions were the walls of her large mansion. It had once been her dream home with the man she loved, but now, it was just a house containing the ghosts of the past; like an empty core. People used to envy her, what more could she want?

She had everything a woman wanted; shallow women.
She had all the riches in the world and yet she wasn’t happy at all.
Now her neighbors point, stare and even jeer her from afar. The jealousy they used to felt diminished as her husband brought women back.

It was like she didnt exist.
'He must be bored of her'

Betrayals were hard enough to take but it was like a stab when it was her husband who did it.

She wanted to prove to her parents that he was the right one. They had warned her not to mix with the ‘people from the other end of the world’. They wanted her to settle down and live a normal life, not being the wife of that rich mogul. But she begged to differ, to her he was the one.

He, was a sweet man. WAS, that is. He surprised her constantly, showering her with gifts that she normally won’t receive. It was a change, a change that she liked.

‘That bloody bastard’

He committed adultery right on the bed they made love to each other. She refuse to accept that she shared her husband with another woman. That slut!

What is the use of a room full of materialistic wants when there’s no one to share them with you?

The walls of her room inched closer and closer, she was hyperventilating. She made her choice and ended her life on that spot. The spot where her husband did ‘you-know-what’ with the other woman, eager to haunt that room forever. Pills sprawled all over the four poster bed.

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