Later, Yugh had another day off. He spent the morning playing video games, had a late brunch, and then, as had become his ritual on free days, he retrieved Zahra's diary. 📖
His fingers stopped on a page just before the three that had been torn out. One side was dated January 29, 2024, and the other January 30, 2024. Someone had ripped out the pages for January 31st and February 1st and 2nd.
29 January 2024
There's still snow here and there outside. It seems like a beautiful day, but why do I feel so unwell? Since I woke up, I've felt utterly drained. But I got up, went to the kitchen, and made breakfast for everyone. It's a workday for Yugh, so he got ready and left early... 🌬
30 January 2024
Today, Yugh surprisingly has a day off. So it's just the two of us at home; Mom and Dad are on a trip, my brother-in-law is at work. While we were having breakfast together, I suddenly felt nauseous. I went to the bathroom and threw up. Somehow, I managed to slip away from Yugh and went to my room to take a test. I've had my suspicions for about a week. My suspicion was correct, I'm pregnant! But this time, I'm sure the father is Zayan. Later, when Yugh came to the room and gave me medicine for the nausea, I didn't take it. I threw it out the window because I was afraid it would harm the baby. 🤰
Yugh finished reading, and the memory of that day crashed over him. That was barely two weeks before she died. "So, when she died, she was carrying Zayan's child." The truth was a physical blow. He slumped forward, fingers gripping his hair, a low groan escaping him. The final, devastating piece of the puzzle had fallen into place, confirming not just her betrayal, but the existence of a life that had been a secret from him,a life that had perished with her, forever binding her to another man in the most intimate way possible. The torn-out pages that followed now seemed to scream of the frantic, final days of a secret she could no longer contain.🙇