All Chapters of A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

When I woke up this morning I felt the morning light sharp and unwelcoming against my skin.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, it was like seeing a stranger with tight lips and shadowed eyes, I had dark circles, my hair was a mess, My eyes were still a bit red, and the mark on my cheek was still visible, I washed my face and applied some foundation and make up to cover it up.Another day is another battle. I didn't even bother asking the maids about Rami. Where he’d stormed off to after our… whatever that ugly scene last night was. Honestly, I couldn't care less, he didn't care to check on me and he didn't apologize for hitting me so why would I care about him.I had no appetite for breakfast I just had coffee. Black, bitter, and strong enough to jumpstart a dead engine. That was all I could stomach. After Tala handed me my coffee I snatched my bag and practically threw myself out the door.I got in the car, a sleek, dark beast, swallowed me whole, a temporary sanctuary. I gripp

I sat by the pool, the sun warm on my skin, the book in my hands a mere distraction from the tension that had settled between Rami and me. It's been two days since we’d last spoken, and the silence felt heavier than the humid air around me. I tried to focus on the words on the page, but my mind kept drifting, replaying the argument, the hurt, the way he’d looked at me when I walked away. The sound of footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. I didn’t need to look up to know it was him. His presence was unmistakable, even in the quiet. He stopped a few feet away, and I could feel his eyes on me.“What are you doing?” he finally asked, his voice soft, cautious. I kept my eyes on the book, though I hadn’t read a word in the last five minutes. “Just reading,” I replied, my tone flat, distant. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much his silence had bothered me. There was a pause, and I could hear him shift his weight, unsure of what to say next. “It’s so hot today,”

I’m curled up on the couch, the soft glow of the TV casting lights across the living room. *Pride and Prejudice* played out before me.While watching it I couldn't help but feel a strange pull in my chest as I watched Elizabeth Bennet. She was so real. Plain, humble, sharp-tongued, and unapologetically herself. I saw so much of me in her—or maybe I just want to. But then there’s Mr. Darcy, standing there with all his wealth, his pride, his quiet intensity. And my mind drifts to Rami.Rami. He’s nothing like Darcy, not really. Sure, he’s got the wealth, the influence, the confidence that comes with it. But where Darcy is reserved, Rami is magnetic. Charming. The kind of person who walks into a room and instantly owns it. Everyone loves him. Everyone wants to be near him. And why wouldn’t they? He’s outgoing, effortlessly likeable, and has this way of making you feel like you’re the only person in the room when he talks to you. But that’s the problem, isn’t it? He makes everyone feel th

I sat at my desk, staring at the latest report in front of me. The numbers were down—again. It felt like no matter what we did, we just couldn’t hit our targets. The weight of it all pressed down on me, and I could see the same frustration mirrored in the faces of my team. They were trying their best, I knew that, but the energy in the office had shifted. The usual buzz of productivity was gone, replaced by a heavy silence that seemed to hang over us like a cloud.I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Was it the workload? The pressure? Or was it something else entirely? I decided to talk to Karim, our team leader. If anyone had insight into what was going on, it was him.I found him in the break room, sipping coffee and scrolling through his phone. He looked up as I walked in, and I could see the exhaustion in his eyes. “Hey, Karim,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Got a minute?”“Sure, Dema,” he said, setting his phone down. “

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across my room, but I barely noticed. My mind was racing, my stomach in knots. Tonight was the event—the one Rami’s father had insisted we attend. Hosted by the crown prince himself. The crown prince. Just the thought made my palms sweat. This wasn’t just any event. It was the kind where every glance, every word, every step would be scrutinized. And I? I was not ready.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my closet as if it held the answers to all my problems. What does one even wear to something like this? Something elegant, obviously, but not too flashy. Sophisticated, but not intimidating. I groaned, running a hand through my hair. This was impossible. I needed help. Professional help.I grabbed my phone and dialed my stylist. She picked up on the second ring, her voice calm and reassuring, as always. “Dema, darling, what’s the emergency?”“I need you. Right now. It’s the event tonight—the one with the crown pri