Shadows of a Forgotten Love (A Love Born Late. A Betrayal That Came Too Soon) - Chapter 6

 

Chapter 6: The Letter She Didn’t Want to Write

Some endings don’t explode. They leave quietly… like her.

The morning light filtered in through the sheer curtains, painting soft gold across the floor. The house was still, too still.

Aditya had already left for a “meeting.”
Aditi knew better now.
She didn’t check his phone. She didn’t follow him.
She didn’t need to anymore.

Because sometimes, silence is the loudest confirmation.

The Final Blow

That afternoon, she found it.

A silk scarf — red, scented with Riya’s perfume — tucked deep inside his travel bag.

Not hers.
Never hers.

She understood everything.

The puzzle has solved now.

She sat on the bed for a long time, the scarf in her lap, her heartbeat steady like a soldier before surrender.

She didn’t cry.
Not anymore.
She just felt empty.

Writing the Letter

Later that evening, when the sky turned bruised with orange and gray, Aditi sat at the desk by the window — the same desk where she once planned surprises for Aditya.

This time, she took out a fresh sheet of paper. No tears fell. No hesitation lingered.

She began to write.

“Dear Aditya,

I came into your life without expectations. And I gave you everything without asking for anything in return. Not love. Not loyalty. Not even truth.

You gave me something I never believed in — hope. And then you taught me why I had been right to never trust it.

I won’t scream. I won’t accuse.
I’m just choosing to walk away with what little dignity I have left.

I was not Riya.
I was never a substitute.
I was your wife.

And now, I’m no longer anything to you.

Goodbye,
Aditi.”

She folded the letter, placed it carefully inside a white envelope, and left it on the nightstand — beside a set of signed divorce papers.

The Departure

She packed lightly — a single suitcase, her journals, and the memories she hadn’t yet learned how to erase.

Before leaving, she stood for a moment in the living room.
It looked the same. But it no longer felt like home.

She closed the door behind her softly.
No drama. No goodbyes.
Just… peaceful devastation.

Aditya’s Return

He came home late.

Riya had kissed him goodbye with a promise of “soon.”

He unlocked the door casually, unaware his world was already unravelling.

The house was too quiet. Her shoes were missing. The wardrobe — half empty. And on the nightstand:

  • A letter.

  • A pair of bangles.

  • And divorce papers, signed in calm ink.

He stood frozen, his hands trembling.
He read the letter once.
Then again.
And then… the tears came — raw, choking, uncontrollable.

“No… no, Aditi... what have I done…”

He collapsed on the floor beside the bed.

For the first time in years, he didn’t think about Riya.
He thought only of Aditi.

Her smile.
Her silence.
Her slow, selfless love.

And what he had lost — not a substitute… but the one woman who had truly, deeply, unconditionally loved him.

Ending Scene of the Chapter

He thought he was still in love with Riya.
But in losing Aditi, he finally understood...
It had always been her.

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