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Chapter 181, "Seeds of a New Dream"

Penulis: Leena Mustafa
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-20 03:22:56

The scent of cardamom coffee still lingered in the air as Rami stared at his laptop, the glow of the screen etching lines of frustration onto his face. Outside, the Amman sunset painted the hills in shades of burnt orange, but inside our small living room, the weight of uncertainty felt heavy.

"I keep running the numbers," he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. "An IT firm here would need servers, licenses, hardware... Even a skeleton team requires capital we don’t have."

I watched him from the worn armchair, Farah asleep in my lap after a day chasing pigeons in the park. His shoulders were tens, that familiar armor he wore when battling invisible enemies. Dubai’s ghost still haunted him.

"Then don’t start there," I said softly. "Start small. Something that doesn’t need six-figure investments."

He glanced up, skeptical. "Like what? A flower shop?"

"Why not? Fresh blooms every morning, the smell of jasmine—"

"—and margins thinner than paper," he cut in gently. "The
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  • A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO    Chapter 181, "Seeds of a New Dream"

    The scent of cardamom coffee still lingered in the air as Rami stared at his laptop, the glow of the screen etching lines of frustration onto his face. Outside, the Amman sunset painted the hills in shades of burnt orange, but inside our small living room, the weight of uncertainty felt heavy. "I keep running the numbers," he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. "An IT firm here would need servers, licenses, hardware... Even a skeleton team requires capital we don’t have." I watched him from the worn armchair, Farah asleep in my lap after a day chasing pigeons in the park. His shoulders were tens, that familiar armor he wore when battling invisible enemies. Dubai’s ghost still haunted him. "Then don’t start there," I said softly. "Start small. Something that doesn’t need six-figure investments." He glanced up, skeptical. "Like what? A flower shop?" "Why not? Fresh blooms every morning, the smell of jasmine—" "—and margins thinner than paper," he cut in gently. "The

  • A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO    Chapter 180, Amman's Mornings.

    I wake up to the sound of birdsong, real birds,not the sound of Dubai’s air conditioning. Sunlight filters through the thin curtains, painting golden stripes across the bed. The scent of fresh mint and something buttery drifts in from the kitchen, mingling with the crisp morning. For a moment, I just lie there, listening. The clink of dishes. Rami’s low murmur answering his mother’s questions. The tinny sound of cartoon music from the living room. When I pad out, still in my sleep-rumpled clothes, the scene makes my chest ache with a sweetness I can’t name. Farah sits cross-legged on the rug, her curls a wild halo in the morning light, utterly absorbed in some colorful animation. Rami and his mother move around each other in the small kitchen with the easy rhythm of people who’ve shared a lifetime of mornings, him flipping eggs, her layering fresh za’atar on warm bread. No one notices me at first, so I sink onto the couch beside Farah, pulling her into my lap. She barely glances

  • A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO    Chapter 179, A New Home.

    The moment we step out of Queen Alia International Airport, a crisp breeze greets us, completely different from Dubai's heavy, humid air. I inhale deeply, catching scents of earth and something faintly herbal in the wind. Farah squirms in my arms, pointing excitedly at everything, the olive trees lining the road, the buildings in the distance, the way the sunlight falls differently here, softer somehow. Rami hails a taxi, his movements more relaxed than I've seen in months. The driver helps load our luggage while Rami effortlessly slips into the Jordanian dialect, bargaining the fare with an ease that surprises me. It's a side of him I rarely saw in Dubai, he's confident, more comfortable, he's at home in his skin. As we drive through Amman, I press my face to the window like a child. The city unfolds in layers, white stone buildings stacked on rolling hills, streets buzzing with life but at a slower rhythm than what we left behind. Farah squeals as we go up a particularly steep h

  • A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO    Chapter 178, A New Horizon

    The golden light of late afternoon spills across our half-packed suitcases, almost like a reflection of the life we're preparing to leave behind. I fold one of Rami's shirts carefully, running my fingers along the crisp cotton before placing it in the suitcase. It still smells faintly of his cologne, that warm, spicy scent that's lingered on our sheets and in the crook of my neck for years. Across the room, Rami stands motionless by the balcony doors, his silhouette framed against the Dubai skyline. The city stretches out below us in all its glittering arrogance, towers of glass and steel that once represented everything we were building toward. Now they just feel like a gilded cage we're finally escaping. "Are you nervous?" I ask, breaking the silence that's settled between us. He doesn't turn immediately. I watch his shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath before he answers. "I've been nervous for weeks, habibti. At this point, it's just... background noise. Like static."

  • A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO    Chapter 177, One Step Forward.

    The apartment is quiet now, the tension from earlier softened but not gone. Rami sits on the couch, elbows on his knees, staring at nothing. I settled beside him, my fingers brushing his arm. "We could leave," I say. He turns his head slightly, brow furrowing. "Like your mother did," I continue. "We could go to Amman. Stay with her for a while. Or even buy a house there and start fresh." He exhales sharply, shaking his head. "It's not that easy, Dema." "Why not?" I shift to face him. "We're still young. We have experience and skills, we could start something new. Collaborate with local businesses. Build again." His jaw tightens. "Just like that? After everything?" "Yes. Just like that." I take his hand. "It won't be the same, but it could still be good. We just have to be brave enough to try." He doesn’t answer right away, his thumb tracing slow circles over my knuckles. "I need to wait," he says finally. "See what the negotiations bring. See what happens, if I'll have

  • A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO    Chapter 176, No Way Out.

    The morning light spills through the curtains, but it doesn’t feel warm. It feels like a spotlight, exposing the cracks in everything. Rami barely slept. I know because I lay awake beside him, listening to his ragged breathing, the way his fingers twitched against the sheets like he was still fighting even in his dreams. Now, he’s in the kitchen, mechanically sipping coffee, his eyes fixed on nothing. The doorbell rings. Rami doesn’t move. I get up, my bare feet cold against the tile, and open the door. It’s his senior lawyer, Mr. Farid. And he looks terrified. Normally, Mr. Farid is all sharp suits and sharper smiles, the kind of man who walks into a courtroom like he owns it. But right now? His face is pale, his hands unsteady. “I need to speak to Rami,” he says, voice low. “Now.” I step aside, my pulse kicking up. Rami turns when we enter, and the second he sees Farid’s face, his grip tightens around his mug. “What happened?” Farid doesn’t sit. Doesn’t bother with pl

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