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Chapter 16 “Death is so strange, why is her room still intact like she would return” Unknown We rode in silence, with him reading his newspaper the whole time. Looking at him, I was certain he knew of my ongoing affair with his son. The same way he knew I was all too aware of his own numerous trysts. But apparently, putting up a show with a beautiful wife at his side was more important to him. I knew better than to try to make any conversation, so I just kept my mouth shut.It was only a 30-minute drive, but on getting to the venue, I immediately regretted wasting my beautiful outfit on such a local affair. Apparently, one of the minister's office workers was marrying off his daughter, and had made him the chairman of the occasion. We stood out like a sore thumb, with the locals captivated by the glamorous Mercedes Benz, but even more so by the beautiful wife.“Is that a human being or a spirit?”“You've got an eye for good things at
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“This is not a mere story, this is the Story of how I lived and I want you to read it, don't cry for me, don't be sad at least I survived. Maybe” By meChapter 18“yusuf!” I exclaimed, glaring at him. “What’s the meaning of this?”“And you’re here sauntering around the house like you own it,” he sneered, his grip on my arm tightening. “Look how your skin is shining. You really are enjoying my father’s money. Who would have ever thought you were such a viper? A money-hungry viper!”I tugged at my arm, desperate to break free, but he held on tighter.“You didn’t struggle with my brother, but instead gave him a free pass to the honeypot between your legs.”I tried to wrestle my hand away, but he only just held on tighter.“To think I had you right there before me but chose to be the perfect gentleman,” he said, pulling me closer to him. “I could have slept with you in that dump you call your house, but I was there thinking you wer
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Chapter 22 "I left with nothing but my grief and the lessons it carved into my soul—some sacrifices are never worth making." Unknown As the reality of what I had just been told sank in, I found myself feeling…nothing. Absolutely nothing. In what must have been a sudden wave of conscience and sympathy, the minster led me into the house, closely followed behind by my visiting relatives, and I allowed him. I looked on as he asked them what happened and as they told him orion had just slumped as she prepared to go to the mosque for Friday (Jumu’ah) Prayer – “A special congregational prayer held on Fridays, replacing Dhuhr, with a sermon (Khutbah)” I just stared into space as my husband asked questions and my uncles responded. I couldn’t say a word. I had no words; not on my lips nor in my head. Orion was dead. It seemed like a bad joke…a very distasteful one. When my uncles left, it was the minister who saw them out. I couldn’t even bring myself to rise to my feet. “It’s v
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Chapter 23"Better to be awakened by a painful truth than lulled to sleep by a seductive lie." —Dr. Phil McGraw"Why did you bring so many suitcases home?" Damien asked, stepping into the dimly lit room where I had sequestered myself. His voice carried the weight of exhaustion, but I refused to acknowledge it."How long are you here for?""I'm not going back," I answered curtly, my fingers tightening around the fabric of my dress. "Orion is dead. Is there any real reason for me to return to America?"Damien exhaled sharply. "The Minister is your husband, Zeynep," he implored, his eyes pleading. "And he has been good to papa.""Really?" I scoffed, a hollow sound escaping my lips. "Even though he hasn’t sent you anything in years? Every rupee you've spent recently has come from me." I leveled him with a hard stare, my voice dropping lower. "Do you even care about our marriage? Do you really?"A long silence stretched between us. For the first time in my li
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