All Chapters of A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO : Chapter 151 - Chapter 156

The first few days after Dema gave birth, I told myself it was normal—the exhaustion, the mood swings, the distance. But the way she looked at me, or rather, didn’t look at me, made my chest tighten with something uneasy. I tried to approach her one evening as she sat by the window, the dim light casting shadows over her tired face. The baby was finally asleep, and I thought maybe now she’d let me in, even just a little. “Dema,” I said softly, resting a hand on her shoulder. “How are you feeling?” She didn’t turn. Just stiffened under my touch before shrugging me off. “I’m fine.” The words were ice. I swallowed, forcing a smile she couldn’t see. “You’ve been quiet. I just… I want to make sure you’re okay.” A pause. Then a sigh, heavy with something unspoken. “I said I’m fine.” I hesitated, my hand hovering in the air before dropping to my side. “If you need anything—” “I don’t.” The finality in her voice cut deeper than I expected. I stood there, useless, before finally

I’m the worst husband on earth. I’ve come to terms with that fact, no I actually accepted it. It’s not just some fleeting thought anymore, not some dramatic exaggeration to wallow in self-pity. It’s the truth, carved into my bones, etched into every regret that keeps me awake at night. I know it now, with a certainty that aches worse than any wound. And the worst part? I’m used to this feeling. It’s familiar, like an old coat I’ve worn so long I’ve forgotten the weight of it. Before Dema, I was careless. No—worse than careless. I was cruel in the most effortless way, the kind of cruelty that doesn’t even recognize itself. I moved through the world like a proud hawk I was untouchable, unbothered by anything. I did what I wanted, went where I pleased, let people drift into my orbit just long enough to make them believe in something that was never real. I’d smile, I’d charm them , I’d let them hope I would let them dream and then, when the novelty wore off or the guilt prickled too sha

I took a deep breath, turning to Rami. "Okay, we’ve talked about this. I’m going back to work." My voice was steady, but my stomach twisted with nerves. He nodded, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. "You’re ready. Your team needs you." They do.That much was true. After everything I’d put into my career, walking away now felt impossible. I loved my team, they were like family. The thought of leaving them behind made my chest ache. But still, a whole year away. A whole year of slow mornings, of quiet routines, of not being buried under the weight of endless shifts and crushing stress. Just the idea of diving back into that world made my head throb. The long hours, the unpredictable schedule, the constant pressure, how was I supposed to adjust again? Yet, despite the fear, the longing won out. I wanted to go back. I missed the chaos, the purpose, the way my team pulled together when things got tough. "I don’t want to leave them," I murmured, more to myself than to Rami. He