All Chapters of A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I called my team for an important urgent meeting, I wanted to express to them how grateful I was for their hard work, and let them know about the important presentation I was going to give."Everyone, thanks for coming in at such short notice," I said, trying to project an air of calm confidence, even though my heart was hammering against my ribs. Karim stood beside me, nodding in agreement. "We know you've all been working incredibly hard lately, and we wanted to take a moment to express our sincere gratitude."I glanced around the room, meeting the tired but determined eyes of my marketing team. Late nights, endless brainstorming sessions, and the constant pressure to deliver – I knew they were feeling it. They deserved this acknowledgment."The effort you've put into this new partnership opportunity has been nothing short of phenomenal," I continued, my voice gaining strength. "We've seen the dedication, the creativity, and the sheer grit you've all displayed. Karim and I have

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the crisp fabric of my suit. This was it. The London meeting. Securing deals with the top hotels in the city was crucial, a make-or-break moment for our company. I smoothed down my skirt, trying to project an air of calm confidence I definitely didn't feel. Beside me, Rami, our CEO and my Husband, he was the picture of relaxed power. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, his smile warm and encouraging. "Ready, Dema?""As I'll ever be," I managed, my voice a little shaky. I glanced at Karim, my marketing team leader. He gave me a thumbs-up, his usual easygoing demeanor a welcome contrast to the nervous energy buzzing around me. He’d prepped the presentation flawlessly, and I knew we had the data to back up our proposal. Still, these were London hotels. The big leagues.Just then, the door opened and Rami’s vice president, Mr. Harrison, strode in, followed by his assistant, Ms. Davies. Harrison nodded a curt greeting,

The wind blew at my scarf, a playful tug that mirrored the excitement in my chest. Rami had insisted on the Tower of London, and honestly I was a little skeptical. Castles were a bit boring for me. But as we stood there, the grey stone behemoth rising against the London skyline, I had to admit, it was impressive."Imagine," the tour guide said, his voice a low hum beside me, "William the Conqueror. Right here. Building this. Making everyone look up and tremble before it."The tour guide, a stout man with a booming voice carried on. "Almost a thousand years, folks! A thousand years of stories, of power, of…well, a bit of the macabre." He grinned, a flash of white teeth against his ruddy complexion. "When William built this, you can bet Londoners weren't exactly throwing a welcome party. More like hiding in their boots."I shivered, even though the sun was doing its best to warm the cobblestones. The sheer age of the place pressed down, a weight of history. He told us about the Crown J

The tires hummed a low, monotonous song against the smooth asphalt, a stark contrast to the chaotic symphony of emotions still ringing in my ears. Our Mansion, a monument to wealth and tradition, was receding in the rearview mirror, but the chill that had settled over me during dinner lingered, a persistent, unwelcome guest.Rami glanced at me, his brow furrowed. "You seem quiet," he said, his voice gentle. "Are you alright?""Just…tired," I mumbled, staring out the window at the blurred streetlights. It was a lie, of course. I was exhausted, but not from the drive. I was weary of the constant, unspoken tension that seemed to crackle in the air whenever I was around his mother."She didn't mean to upset you, you know," he continued, his hand reaching for mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Mom…she just worries. She's…protective.""Protective?" I echoed, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "Rami, she treats me like I'm some kind of a thief. Like I'm going to steal you away."I finally

The clock ticked like a heartbeat, each second stretching into an eternity. I paced the living room, I had calmed down thanks to Tala but I was still bothered by what happened and I needed to talk to Rami about it. Rami was late, again. Not that it was unusual, but tonight, it felt like a deliberate delay, a cruel twist of events. I needed to talk to him, I needed to unravel the knot of unease twisting in my gut.Finally, he stepped in, a gust of cool night air following him. "Hey," he said, the word casual, almost dismissive. He didn't seem to notice the tension in the air or my grumpy mood.We had dinner in silence . The clinking of cutlery against plates was the only sound, in contrast to the storm brewing inside me. I picked at my food, I couldn't taste any flavor, my appetite had vanished and I watched him, his face was illuminated by the soft glow of the dining room lamp, I was trying to decipher his thoughts, to find a hint of what I’d seen this morning.He finally looked up,