Semua Bab A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO : Bab 21 - Bab 30

The suitcase lay open on the bed. I meticulously folded a floral sundress, picturing myself twirling in it on a white sand beach. Maldives, I thought, the word itself a whisper of paradise. Rami had outdone himself. A honeymoon in the Maldives! I still couldn't quite believe it.He called from downstairs, "Dema, habibti, I'm leaving now, be ready in 15!""Okay!" I called back, my heart fluttering with anticipation. I zipped up the suitcase, a little too excited, and grabbed my passport. As I headed downstairs, I noticed Rami wasn't in the car."Just popping into the jewelry store,I won't be late," he said when I called him, He was back quickly, though, slipping a small, velvet box into my hand."What's this?" I asked, my fingers trembling as I opened it. Inside, nestled on a bed of satin, was the most exquisite ring I had ever seen. It was a delicate band of platinum, and the diamond… the diamond was breathtaking. It seemed to catch the light from every angle, sparkling with an inner

The drive back from the airport felt longer than the flight itself. My mind was still replaying moments from our honeymoon – the blue sky mirroring the sea, the vibrant sunsets, Rami's laughter and how we danced on the beach . It all felt like a dream now, a beautiful, sweet dream. As our car pulled up to the gates of our mansion, a wave of warmth washed over me. Home. Finally, we were home.Rami squeezed my hand, a wide grin on his face. "We're home Habibti"I smiled, though a tiny sliver of sadness lingered. Honeymoons do have to end, I supposed. ,"Home sweet home." I replied.The front doors swung open and a line of maids stood waiting. Usually, their smiles were as bright as the morning sun, but today, something was off. Their faces were grim, their eyes shadowed. A knot of unease tightened in my stomach."Welcome back, Mr. and Mrs. Al-Masri," they chorused, but the words sounded hollow.Rami, oblivious, clapped his hands together. "It's good to be back! Everything alrig

When I woke up this morning I found myself on my bed, but something was wrong. I was in my bed, alone. Rami wasn't beside me. A little frown creased my forehead. He’s usually an early riser, but he always makes sure to kiss me goodbye, even if I’m still half-asleep.I pushed myself up, a slight stiffness in my back, and padded out of the bedroom. "Where's Rami?" I asked the first maid I saw, a young woman named Farah."Good morning, Madam Dema," she replied, with a polite smile."Mr. Rami came home very late last night. He left very early this morning, too. He said he didn't want to disturb you.""Oh," I murmured, a little knot of uneas tightening in my stomach. "Did he say anything else?"Farah shook her head. "No, Madam. He just said he had to leave quickly."I thanked her and went to the kitchen, the knot in my stomach growing. I poured myself a glass of water and then grabbed my phone. I scrolled through my contacts and tapped Rami’s name. He didn't answer and I tried 3 t

The shift finally ended and I could feel the tension drain out of my shoulders. It had been a brutal shift, everyone running ragged, it's been a stressful week, I'm proud of my team for pulling through, though, as a team we always do.I glanced around at their tired but satisfied faces as they gathered their things, ready to head home.I read an article once about the effects of strees on corporations employees, as someone who used to work many overtime shifts a week I know better than anyone what stress can do to a one's health.I decided that my team deserves a reward for their hard work."Hey everyone," I called out, trying to sound casual. "Before you all disappear, I wanted to say something. You all worked hard this week. Seriously, I'm so lucky to work with such a dedicated team." They mumbled their thanks, some still half-lost in their post-shift daze. "And because of that," I continued, a smile spreading across my face, "I have a little surprise for you all. Tomorrow night. Co

My eyes fluttered open, and before I even registered the pale morning light filtering through my curtains, it hit me. The text. The text. My stomach lurched. Last night, in a fit of… well, I’m not even sure what it was – frustration? Loneliness? A surge of pure, unadulterated stupidity? – I’d sent Rami that stupid long message. I’d poured my heart out, overanalyzed every single detail that happened, and, to top it all off, I’d ranted about how he hadn’t answered when I’d called. Oh god, the call. I’d called him twice after the initial text, hadn’t I? My cheeks burned. I scrambled for my phone on the nightstand, my fingers clumsy with panic. There it was, the dreaded message thread. My novel of a text stared back at me. And beneath it? Nothing. Just the little grey tick indicating he’d read it. He’d read it and… nothing. A wave of nausea washed over me. He was furious. Of course he was furious. Who wouldn’t be? I’d practically ambushed him with my emotional baggage. I groaned and b