Jasmine pov,

After an hour, when Sara felt better, I fed her breakfast and gave her tablets.

“Jasmine, one second” she called, stopping my way out. I glared to hear her.

“Don’t tell this to, Sid!” She muttered.

“Why?” I asked placing the tray on the table.

She remained silent for a second.

“I thought it’s just your husband needs a good counseling for his sick brain, but seems you need one too.”

“Why?”

“You’re educated and you know the reactions of pills and you still tried this. Don’t you have another way to do that and seriously, you planned to expand your family? Then why this again?” I scowled...