The man walked inside and I sighed in relief when I saw that it was not the person I was dread to see.

"How was your trip to wonderland," he walked near me and clapped his hands.

"Think, Sofia; if Maryam is this situation, what would she do? She is extroverted while I am not"I thought

"Come on, do like yourself," my subconscious said. Alhamdulillah that it was not giving me snarky comment, I hated it sometimes but I loved it .

I looked at the man in eyes. This man had boyish face: I thought he would be in his early twenties. He was taller than me but definitely not tall like my Yusuf.

My Yusuf!

My heart yearned for him. Would he miss me? Would he find me?

Well, no. He was with Zainab, having fun. I missed him and I needed him.

He was my drug and I was addicted to him. He was my rock.

He had always been there for me through papa's death, nightmares, terrors and illness.

And even after what I did to him, he still loved me.

"Love you?" The taunting voice in my brain said, laughing wickedly. "If he loved you, he would not have left you to go to her. You are nobody. Who will love a broken, scarred girl? Just wait and let him see your body covered with all the scars, then you will see how he will be disgusted with you," This voice was really taunting me; wanting me to dwelled on my misery.

"You can do it, wifey. Don't let it get to you. I'm always by your side," the smooth voice of Yusuf said clearing the dark voice.

Why won't I fell for him-when all he had ever done to me was cared, admired, loved and cherished.

Why won't I?

I was still looking at the man but my focus was not on him. With determined face, I said, "You will regret ever laying your hand on me or kidnapping me because when my husband gets aware, you are all going to dead. I think you know my husband."

The man visibly gulped with fear flickering in his eyes before it disappeared. "Are you threatening me?" He growled in anger.

"No, why will I? I was just telling you," I said sarcastically.

Where is all this boldness coming from?. I wondered out.

He moved closer, grabed my chin tightly, his finger hurting me.(I don't know why all her oppressors are so obsessed with her cheek or hair).

"Do you think your husband will come? Nah, he is having fun at Zainab's place right now," he said manically with evil glistening in his eyes.

"I don't believe you. I trust my husband. He could never do that and the last time I checked there was nothing between them," I snarled at him

"Aw, little Sophy," I flinched at that name. "Oh, I'm sorry, does it bring back memories?" He taunted.

I hated this man.

"Then prove it " I challenged, looking at him in the eyes.

The man brought out his phone and it rang out.

"Hey zay, how are you?" he said.

"I'm fine, very happy... ah, I can't believe it finally happened," she paused catching her breath."Sophy, babe ,you are really a bad girl. Leaving your husband with needs was not good for his health. Here I was to help him get some relief," she said. Some minutes passed, m.o.a.ns and grunts were heard before the phone was disconnected.

Tears welled up in my eyes. "How can he do that ? No he can't. I don't believe you, I trust him. I don't believe in what I hear. Seeing is believing, if I see it then I will believe," I said coldly.

The man was shocked but before he had the time to talk, I cut him out. "If he says yes I did it, I will believe him. And if he says no, then no."

"Well, Zainab is coming for you." he raised his brow.

"Is she the one behind this?" I asked wanting to be sure.

"Yup," he said, popping the p.

Zainab!

I saw red-enraged and hurt.

Zainab was behind this! That devil bitch!

She kidnapped me!

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