Divorcing My Husband, the Hero
Chapter 5: The Rewrite
The next morning, as I blinked awake, I saw Arjun folding shirts and rolling his ties—just the way I’d taught him.
"Business trip?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay even.
"Haan," he replied, his tone flat.
Bullet comments exploded:
[The hero and heroine are going on a business trip together! The famous scene is coming!]
[The hero takes some medicine, presses the heroine in the bathtub, and goes wild.]
[I’ll pay—can I get early access?]
[I don’t believe a self-controlled man like the hero would lose it with the heroine just because of some medicine.]
[Is this a Karan Johar plot twist or what?]
I stared at the comments, a familiar ache blooming in my chest. "How long will you be gone?"
"Three days."
Three days—just the time I needed. I pressed my palm to my belly, feeling the faintest flutter, and told myself: this time, I’d write my own story, no matter what the comments said.
Let the comments say what they want. This time, I’d decide my own ending.
