Page 58 of One Hellish Wedlock
Frantically, she dialled reception.
“Hello… I—I’m looking for my husband, Mr. Reyansh Chopra. Could you check if he’s still in the hotel? Ask him to return to the room, please?”
The receptionist responded with practiced calm.
“Ma’am, he left early. But he left a message for you. We were instructed to deliver it once you woke up. Please hold, I’ll have it brought up to your room.”
He left a message?
Her chest tightened. She threw on whatever she could find and rushed to open the door when the bell rang. A hotel staff member handed her a folded note.
“Thanks,” she murmured before shutting the door.
Her hands trembled as she unfolded the paper and read:
I trust you slept well alone. Your behaviour last night made it clear you have little regard for this marriage. My driver is waiting downstairs. Leave the hotel and get into the car without further damaging my reputation. He will take you either to your home… or to me. Your choice.
Her fingers crumpled the note as rage surged through her.
Yes, she had ruined the night—drunk, out of control. But did that give him the right to write her off like this? Was he not bound by the same vows? Did marriage mean so little to him?
She stormed downstairs and climbed into the waiting car.
“To the Chopra Mansion,” she ordered curtly.
The drive felt endless.
She wasn’t about to let him discard her like a failed investment. She made a mistake, sure. But he wasn’t some martyr either. If anyone needed a reality check, it was Reyansh Chopra.
As soon as the car stopped at the Chopra Mansion, she stepped out, storming toward the entrance, only to be blocked.
“Don’t take a step further,” a sharp voice rang out.
Aanya turned and saw an older woman standing stiffly in her path. It didn’t take long to guess that this had to be his grandmother.
“I’m your grandson’s wife,” she stated firmly.
“I know that,” the woman snapped. “And I wasn’t thrilled about his choice in the first place. That’s why I didn’t bother attending your little court wedding. But after the spectacle you created last night? I have no reason to ever change my mind.”
The venom in her tone stung more than Aanya cared to admit.
“Where’s Reyansh?” she demanded, trying to hold her ground.
“Why?” the woman sneered. “Got another dose of humiliation to throw at him?”
Aanya bristled.
“I’ll find him myself.”
She stepped forward, but the old woman blocked her path again.
“I truly pity you, child. What was it that drew you to my grandson? His wealth? His looks? His status?”
Aanya snapped.
“Don’t push me,” she growled. “I’ve been civil so far, but that’s not going to last if you keep provoking me.”
“And what exactly will you do?” the woman stepped closer, not the least bit intimidated.
