All Chapters of I Wedded My Rival: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I see spots of blood and I scream. “What's the matter, “ the woman asked looking at me worriedly. I point downwards and she looks down to see a huge scorpion under my leg. Before I winked, she had smashed the scorpion and messed up the floor. I look at the woman curiously. She smiled at me before coming to sit with me again. “ They are common on this part of the land, I'm glad you saw it before it could harm you and your child” she spoke like a research scientist. “ Anyways let's forget about the creature, it's my job to protect you. I owe your Uncle that, But now, What are you going to do?" the woman asks. "You have a child on the way. You need to take care of yourself, and your baby." I look down at my stomach, and I place my hand on it. I think about the life inside me, and what kind of life I want to give this child. "I want to start over," I say. "I want to start fresh, and make a new life for myself and my baby." The woman smiles. "I can help you with that," she says. “I

CHAPTER 94Felicity, come this way there's a dead body along that route and you may puke.” The woman says, as she holds me and closes my eyes until we pass through the crowd. It was the violent part of the market the woman had mentioned earlier. "As I walk out of the market with the woman, I see the man by the corner waiting for us. He opens the car door for us, and we get in. 'How was your time in the market?' he asks. 'We had a great time," I replied while smiling. "Just so you know, Felicity," the man says as he drives, "this city is very safe. There's nothing to worry about. In the meantime, I'll get your traveling documents ready, so you'll be able to travel as soon as possible." I nod, feeling a little calmer knowing that I'm in a safe place. I look out the window, taking in the sights of the city as we drive. It's a beautiful place, and I'm starting to feel a little excited about my new adventure.After a short drive, we arrived at the man's house. It's a small but cozy apartme

"The special of the day is a traditional dish called shawarma," Iskander says. "It's meat, vegetables, and sauce, wrapped in a thin flatbread." "That sounds delicious," I say. "It is," he says. "And it's very popular here. Everyone loves it." "I can see why," I say, as the waiter brings our food. I take a bite, and my eyes widen. "This is incredible!" I say, taking another bite. "I'm so glad you like it," Iskander says, with a smile. "There's so much more to try. As we finish our meal, Iskander asks if I'd like to take a walk through the city. I nod, and we head outside. We walk along the busy streets, and I see people selling everything from food to souvenirs. I'm fascinated by the vibrant colors and sounds all around me. "What would you like to do next?" Iskander asks. "I'd love to see a local market," I say. "I hear there's a great one not far from here." "There is," he says. "And it's full of interesting sights and smells." We walk a few blocks, and then we turn down a narrow a

And I love how they always seem so happy to see you, no matter what." "Dogs are amazing," Iskander yells like a three-year-old. The hospital is less busy as it's late in the night and the workers turn to our direction as his voice echoes across the hall.Speaking of dogs," I say, "I had a funny experience with one at the airport today." Iskander's eyebrows go up, and he says, "Oh? Do tell." I tell him about the woman with the barking dog and how it started licking her face. By the end of the story, we're both laughing so hard, we're doubled over. "That's the funniest thing I've heard in a long time," Iskander says, wiping a tear from his eye. "Do what must have happened to the woman and her Dog?"“I wish I knew, but maybe something's better left I'm in suspense,” I say as I shrug the thoughts off. “Anyways do you have any other funny stories” Iskander who seemed to have enjoyed the dog story asked raising his eyes like a puppy? “None I can remember for now” I reply putting on a fake

Suddenly, Iskander's phone rings. He glances at the screen and his expression changes. "I'm so sorry, but I have to take this," he says. He gets up and steps away from the table, answering the call. I try not to feel disappointed, but I can't help but feel a little bit let down.I turn my attention back to the window, watching the sunlight play on the leaves outside. A few minutes pass, and Iskander returns to the table. "I'm sorry about that," he says. "It was an important call." "It's okay," I sayAs Iskander and I walk back to my apartment, we pass by a street vendor selling paintings. Something about the artwork catches my eye, and I stop to take a closer look. The paintings are colorful and vibrant, depicting scenes of everyday life. I'm drawn to one painting in particular, which shows a woman walking through a bustling city, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of everyday life. But the woman is calm and serene, surrounded by a halo of light. I can't help but feel a sense of peac