——Third Person's POV —— That night, it had been awkward for both of them. The wife, went straight to her room, taking off her itchy yet glamorous gown and changing into a pair of comfy pajamas and the husband stayed outside in the living room, busy on his phone. The night was still young as it was only ten o clock. They had left the party in a hurry before it ended. Abdullah sighed another time as his phone blew up again, the ring tone getting annoying by the second. He almost glared at the caller ID but picked it up nonetheless. "Yes, Mr. Jones?" his tone had switched, becoming professional but polite. "Oh, I left the party due to an emergency." he stopped to let the man speak and started speaking again when he was done. "My wife, she wasn't feeling well." "You'll be coming to the meeting, right? We'll discuss this there, for sure. I'll be expecting you." He quickly cut the c

——Third Person's POV—— It was silent as both of them entered the house, Maryam being the first to step in. She was expecting another argument session but to her surprise, Abdullah didn't even look at her the whole ride. Instead, she kept on peeking at him and tried to find any difference in his expression but to no avail. She had a bad feeling that it was the calm before the storm. What did she do wrong anyway? She just happened to meet her former senior and it was all unintentional. She didn't need to worry. After all, Abdullah cared only for Noor. "Maryam." she was snapped back to reality by the order. She looked around just to find that

——Third Person's POV—— The shivers that rushed through Maryam's body increased as she slowly stepped out of the building, Cornelia about a few feet away from her. The noon sun blinded her for a second but she quickly averted her gaze to the front where a big crowd of students was gathered.  She didn't bother calling out to Cornelia and Cornelia didn't mind since she was already moving ahead, pushing through students to see what the fuss was all about.  Maryam gulped and ran a long look around her as the others left her behind and she was standing there alone at the entrance of the building. Her eyes caught red and blue lights blinking on the top of a black police car standing right outside the bar gate.  "The police?!" she gasped and rushed towards the crowd. So many blondes, black and brown head students blocked her but she forced her way in, earning herself ma

——Maryam's POV—-The next morning was dark and cloudy as if a calamity was about to come. I couldn't figure if it was because I was nervous about Tuesday arriving and the grand encounters that were about to take place soon or if it was a sign from Allah to turn back on my decision.But, I had done Istakhara the previous night and something in my heart was pushing me to continue with my plan. Without wasting more time overthinking, I quickly got ready for school.Once I was done putting on my maroon maxi and white cardigan with a white hijab, I pulled on my sneakers and rushed out of the room. When I stepped outside the mansion, my face was hit with cold air.The smell of slightly wet soil and the wet artifacts laying out in the garden seemed awfully pleasant to me. Abdullah caught my eye beside his black car. He waved at me and I walked over to him."Want a ride?" he suggested and like it had been a long long time since we were acting lik

—— Third Person's POV—-Maryam couldn't help but think if what she was experiencing was the silent destruction after the violent storm. To her, it seemed like the lavish office she was sitting in was barren and the resultant chaos of the most horrifying scene she had ever witnessed. In her defense, it did look that way.And Abdullah sitting with a malicious silence didn't make it any better. Maryam looked around the office as if that would help kill her boredom because she definitely wasn't ashamed of what she had caused. Abdullah didn't know that, of course. He had no clue that his wife had done him a huge favor and on his next seven generations by exposing his cheating and lying, girlfriend. But, Maryam was content with that. She didn't want Abdullah to know anyway because in some way, Noor was asking for it and it was also nature's plan to put her in that situation. Maryam tapped her foot lightly on the carpeted, soundproof floor which didn't disturb Abdull