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Chapter 63, High Expectations, Part 3.
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The invitation came as a surprise. My mother-in-law, the woman who had perfected the art of backhanded compliments and subtle jabs, wanted to meet me for brunch. At a famous café, no less. She said it was to thank me for helping Rami plan her birthday party surprise. I stared at the text, my fingers hovering over the screen. Thank me? Since when did she ever thank me for anything? My gut twisted. This had to be a setup.Still, I couldn’t refuse. Not without looking ungrateful or, worse, giving her more ammunition to use against me. So, I typed out a polite reply, thanking her for the invitation and agreeing to meet. But as I hit send, I braced myself. I knew her too well. This wasn’t going to be a simple thank-you brunch. It was going to be another one of her performances, where she’d smile sweetly while twisting the knife just enough to remind me I’d never quite measure up.The morning of the brunch, I dressed carefully—nothing too flashy, nothing too casual. I had to strike that imp
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I stood beside Rami, my hand resting lightly on his arm, as we navigated the sea of elegantly dressed guests. Tonight was important—his father’s first public speech as the prince’s new advisor, and the charity event was the perfect stage for him to solidify his reputation. But I could feel the tension in Rami’s posture, the way his eyes scanned the room, alert and cautious. He had warned me earlier about his father’s rivals, how they would stop at nothing to undermine him. I hadn’t realized just how far they might go until the man approached me.He was unassuming, dressed in a tailored suit, with a polite smile and a small notebook in hand. “Excuse me, Miss Dema?” he said, his voice smooth and practiced. “I’m with Society Today I was hoping to feature you in an upcoming issue. You’re quite the rising star, and our readers would love to know more about you.”I blinked, surprised. A magazine feature? Me? I glanced at Rami, who was momentarily distracted by a passing acquaintance. The ma
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As I stood there, the weight of the moment pressing down on my shoulders, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride and anticipation. The room was filled with dignitaries, their eyes fixed on Rami’s father as he stepped forward to deliver his speech. The air was thick with expectation, and I could sense the gravity of the occasion settling over everyone present.From my point, I watched him closely, noting the way he carried himself—calm, composed, and radiating a quiet confidence. He began to speak, his voice steady and resonant, filling the room with a sense of authority and purpose. "This new position is not just an honor," he declared, "but a profound responsibility. One that I do not take lightly."I felt a shiver run down my spine as his words echoed through the hall. He spoke of his commitment to serve his Majesty with unwavering dedication, to utilize every resource at his disposal, and to draw upon the depths of his knowledge and experience to fulfill his duties. His voice wa
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I sat in the sitting room, my hands folded neatly in my lap, trying to steady the nervous flutter in my chest. The afternoon light filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the ornate furniture. My father-in-law had insisted that this woman, Salima, would be the perfect guide to help me navigate the complexities of the royal court. I trusted his judgment, but the weight of what lay ahead pressed heavily on me. I wasn’t just a newcomer to this world; I was an outsider, and every misstep felt like it could cost me dearly.The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, and I straightened my posture instinctively. The door opened, and there she was—Salima. She carried herself with an air of quiet confidence, her posture upright but not rigid, her gaze sharp but not unkind. She was older than I had imagined, her hair streaked with silver, but there was a vitality in her movements that belied her age.“Good afternoon,” she said, her voice calm and measured. “I am Salima. Yo
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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across my room. I was still half-asleep, the remnants of last night’s grandeur lingering in my mind—the glittering chandeliers, the hum of conversation, the way Rami’s hand had felt steady on my back as we navigated the crowd. But the peace was short-lived. A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts, and Tala entered, her usual calm demeanor replaced by something tense, almost urgent.“Good morning, Dema,” she said, her voice low. She held her phone in her hand, her fingers gripping it tightly. “There’s something you need to see.”I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “What is it, Tala? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”She hesitated, then handed me the phone. “It’s about last night. The engagement party. Someone… someone filmed it. Everything. And now it’s all over social media.”I blinked, trying to process her words. “Filmed? What do you mean, *everything*?”“The entire event,” she said, her voice t
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I’ve been watching Rami closely these past few days, and something feels off. He’s not himself. The man I know is calm, patient, and thoughtful, but lately, he’s been a storm of emotions—irritable, moody, and quick to anger. It’s like living with a stranger, and it’s starting to worry me. This morning, I heard him yelling at the maid from the kitchen. His voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet of the house like a knife. I rushed in to see what was wrong, only to find him berating her for putting sugar in his coffee. “I don’t take sugar anymore! How many times do I have to say it?” he snapped, his face red with frustration. The poor maid stood there, trembling, holding the offending cup. I tried to intervene, reminding him that he’s always taken sugar in his coffee, but he just brushed me off. “I’ve stopped consuming sugar lately,” he muttered, as if that explained everything. But it didn’t. Not to me. Later, I found him in the garden, pacing back and forth in front of the flowe
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I sat on the edge of the couch, my fingers nervously twisting the hem of my sleeve. Rami had been so distant lately, so angry, and I couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t like him. He used to come home with a smile, pulling me into his arms as soon as he walked through the door. Now, he barely looked at me, he's stressed all the time and his temper flaring over the smallest things. I felt helpless, and I hated it.Tala stood across from me, dusting the shelves with her usual efficiency, but her eyes kept flicking toward me, soft with concern. “Tala,” I began, my voice hesitant, “I don’t know what to do anymore. Rami’s been so stressed, so angry. I’ve tried talking to him, but he just shuts me out. I want to help him, but I don’t even know where to start.”She paused, the duster hovering mid-air, and turned to face me fully. Her expression was thoughtful, her lips pursed as if weighing her words carefully. “You know,” she said slowly, “Rami’s always been a mama’s boy. If anyone knows wha
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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
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