Meera

"Stop!"

A loud sound boomed in the hall, resonating off the walls. I turned my head to the side and saw my husband standing at the doorway with emotionless eyes and a clenched jaw.

He moved his feet and walked inside the hall, and finally, a smile broke onto his lips. I looked down—was he going to embarrass me too? I prepared myself for it, for another humiliation.

"Good evening, ladies," he spoke in the sweetest manner possible, and everyone greeted him back. "Mrs. Asher, don't worry. I will buy you a new pair from the same brand," he said.

"Meera, baby—"

My heart thudded inside my chest as...