Chapter - 57.8

The next morning, the mansion seemed to carry on as usual, with breakfast being served, staff bustling about, and the routine continuing as if nothing had changed. Ameera and Haider acted as if everything was normal, yet each carried their own concealed turmoil beneath the surface.

At the breakfast table, Ameera tried to smile and engage in light conversations with the others, but her mind kept drifting back to the moment she overheard Haider's doubts. She felt a lump in her throat, desperately trying to suppress her emotions and maintain a facade of composure.

Meanwhile, Haider, too, struggled to mask his inner turmoil. He made jokes and laughed with her, but his heart felt heavy. The doubt that had consumed him last night still lingered, and he couldn't shake the feeling that all that Ameera has was just an illusion of her decieve.

As Ameera turned to leave the breakfast table, Haider gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. "Ameera, there's something we nee