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I was sitting in my office, of the sound of the computer filling the room, when my phone buzzed on the desk. I glanced at it, expecting a work email or maybe a text from Rami. But the notification was from an unknown number. My brow furrowed as I unlocked the screen and opened the message. It was a picture. My stomach dropped.There he was—Rami, my husband—sitting across from a woman in a restaurant. They were leaning in close, her hand resting on the table near his. My chest tightened, but I forced myself to breathe. I wasn’t going to let this rattle me. Whoever sent this clearly wanted a reaction, and I wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction. I typed out a quick reply, my fingers steady despite the anger simmering beneath the surface.*“I’m not interested in whatever game you’re playing. Do not contact me again.”*I hit send and immediately blocked the number. My hands trembled slightly as I set the phone down, but I refused to let it consume me. I had work to do. I turned back

I stumbled out of the mansion, my vision blurred by the tears streaming down my face. My chest felt like it had been ripped open, my heart shattered into pieces I didn’t think could ever be put back together. The cool night air hit my skin, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was the crushing weight of betrayal, of anger, of hurt. Rami’s words echoed in my mind, each one a dagger twisting deeper. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I just needed to get away.I fumbled with the car door, my hands trembling so badly I could barely grip the handle. My sobs were loud, uncontrollable, and I hated how weak I sounded, how weak I felt. I just wanted to disappear, to drive far away where I wouldn’t have to face him, where I wouldn’t have to face the mess of emotions tearing me apart. I slid into the driver’s seat, my body shaking, and reached for the door to slam it shut.But before I could, a hand gripped the edge of the door, stopping it. I looked up, and there he was. Rami. His face wa

I sat on the edge of my bed, still crying and sniffing . My tears fell silently, one after the other, and I didn’t bother to wipe them away at first. The room felt too quiet, too empty, and the silence only made the ache in my heart louder. I hated fighting with him, hated how miserable it made me, how all my efforts to be strong always go to waste in a blink of an eye. love could feel so fragile in moments like this. I buried my face in my hands, trying to steady my breathing, but the sobs came anyway, raw and unrelenting.Then, my phone rang. The sound startled me, and I froze for a moment, staring at the screen through blurred vision. Professor Al Masri’s name flashed across the display. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t spoken to her in weeks, and the timing felt almost cruel. I quickly wiped my tears with the back of my hand, sniffled, and took a deep breath before answering. I couldn’t let her hear me like this.“Hello, Professor,” I said, forcing a lightness into my voice that

The hum of the engine filled the car as we drove home, the city lights blurring past the windows. Rami’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes flickering the way it does when he’s deep in thought. I could feel the tension in the air, heavy and unspoken, and I knew I had to ask. I had to know.“Rami,” I began, my voice softer than I intended, “what happened between you and Bayan? Why is she doing this?”He didn’t answer right away. His eyes stayed fixed on the road, but I could see the way his shoulders tensed, the way his knuckles whitened around the wheel. Finally, he let out a slow breath, as if he’d been holding it in for months.“Months ago,” he started, his voice low, “Bayan showed up at my office out of nowhere. I was… surprised. I hadn’t seen her in years, and I thought maybe she wanted to explain why she disappeared back then. I was happy to see her, but only because I wanted closure. I thought we could finally put the past behind us.”I listened quietly, my heart

The moment we stepped out of Rami’s parents' house, the tension was suffocating. Rami's veins were popping out of his forehead, they were so apparent from how angry he was. Without a word, he pulled out his phone and called his lawyer, his voice icy. "Go ahead with the lawsuit. Sue the channel for the scandal they caused, I want them to pay for that interview."I reached over, placing a hand on his arm. "Rami, breathe. Think about this before—"He didn’t let me finish. Instead, he dialed another number—Bayan. My stomach twisted. I knew this wouldn’t end well. "If you don’t stop this," he hissed into the phone, "I will ruin you. I swear to God, Bayan, I will drag you to court and make sure you regret ever opening your mouth."I tightened my grip on his arm. "Rami, enough—"But he jerked away, hitting the speaker button. Bayan’s voice filled the car, sharp and venomous. "Oh, I’m so scared," she mocked. "But here’s the thing—I talked to your ex-fiancée. She told me everything. How