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Chapter 16 “Death is so strange, why is her room still intact like she would return” Unknown We rode in silence, with him reading his newspaper the whole time. Looking at him, I was certain he knew of my ongoing affair with his son. The same way he knew I was all too aware of his own numerous trysts. But apparently, putting up a show with a beautiful wife at his side was more important to him. I knew better than to try to make any conversation, so I just kept my mouth shut.It was only a 30-minute drive, but on getting to the venue, I immediately regretted wasting my beautiful outfit on such a local affair. Apparently, one of the minister's office workers was marrying off his daughter, and had made him the chairman of the occasion. We stood out like a sore thumb, with the locals captivated by the glamorous Mercedes Benz, but even more so by the beautiful wife.“Is that a human being or a spirit?”“You've got an eye for good things at
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Chapter 17 “No lover leaves a rose garden without blood on their hands” Mitch Nihilist “zeynep!” it was a noun, a verb, and an exclamation all at once. I looked away, unable to face him, unable to look at the pained expression on Yusuf's Face. “And there you were planning to drive all the way to India to see her,” Ibrahim chuckled. “Looks like you've saved a trip!” “You’re my dad’s wife?” yusuf’s voice conveyed every emotion he must have been feeling; shock, pain, disappointment, and confusion. “You’re the one who married my father?” He glared at Ibrahim before turning back to look at me. “And you’re sleeping with him?” “Let me leave you two lovebirds to catch up,” Ibrahim sniggered, putting on his shirt. “I’m sure you have a lot to ‘talk’ about. And apologies, dear brother. I couldn’t deliver all those letters you sent to her, for obvious reasons.” “Was this why you had me come home before dad ? So I would see you with her?” “Like I said
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“This is not a mere story, this is the Story of how I lived and I want you to read it, don't cry for me, don't be sad at least I survived. Maybe” By meChapter 18“yusuf!” I exclaimed, glaring at him. “What’s the meaning of this?”“And you’re here sauntering around the house like you own it,” he sneered, his grip on my arm tightening. “Look how your skin is shining. You really are enjoying my father’s money. Who would have ever thought you were such a viper? A money-hungry viper!”I tugged at my arm, desperate to break free, but he held on tighter.“You didn’t struggle with my brother, but instead gave him a free pass to the honeypot between your legs.”I tried to wrestle my hand away, but he only just held on tighter.“To think I had you right there before me but chose to be the perfect gentleman,” he said, pulling me closer to him. “I could have slept with you in that dump you call your house, but I was there thinking you wer
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Chapter 22 "I left with nothing but my grief and the lessons it carved into my soul—some sacrifices are never worth making." Unknown As the reality of what I had just been told sank in, I found myself feeling…nothing. Absolutely nothing. In what must have been a sudden wave of conscience and sympathy, the minster led me into the house, closely followed behind by my visiting relatives, and I allowed him. I looked on as he asked them what happened and as they told him orion had just slumped as she prepared to go to the mosque for Friday (Jumu’ah) Prayer – “A special congregational prayer held on Fridays, replacing Dhuhr, with a sermon (Khutbah)” I just stared into space as my husband asked questions and my uncles responded. I couldn’t say a word. I had no words; not on my lips nor in my head. Orion was dead. It seemed like a bad joke…a very distasteful one. When my uncles left, it was the minister who saw them out. I couldn’t even bring myself to rise to my feet. “It’s v
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