All Chapters of A Twist In My Marriage Deal With The CEO : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Karim, do you have those files I asked for? The ones for the london meeting presentation?" I asked, trying to keep the slight edge of panic out of my voice. This presentation was a big deal, and I was determined to nail it. "All set, Dema," he replied, a reassuring smile on his face. "Everything's in that folder on the shared drive, labeled 'london Trip - Q4 Projections'." "Thank you, Karim! You're a lifesaver," I breathed, relief washing over me. I quickly opened the folder and scanned the documents. "Okay, let's see... market analysis, competitor data, proposed budget... perfect!" I pulled up the presentation template on my laptop. "Right, let's start with the market overview," I said, already typing furiously. "We need to highlight the key growth areas and how our product fits into them." Karim leaned closer, reviewing the data with me. "I think we should emphasize the potential for expansion in the Asian market," he suggested. "Especially with the new features we're launch

The gentle hum of the jet engines was a soothing backdrop to our conversation. London, here we come! I leaned back in my plush seat, a glass of chilled water in my hand, and glanced at Rami. He looked pleased, a small smile playing on his lips as he reviewed some documents on his tablet. Kareem, our marketing team lead, sat across from us, equally engrossed in his own device. Rami’s assistant, Sarah, was quietly taking notes, efficiently capturing every detail.“So, Dema,” Rami began, finally looking up, “I think we can all agree, this partnership is a game-changer.”I nodded, taking a sip of water. “Absolutely, Rami. The potential synergy is incredible. Their reach combined with our innovative products… it’s a perfect match.”Kareem chimed in, “From a marketing perspective, I’m particularly excited about the cross-promotional opportunities. We can tap into a whole new demographic.” He tapped his tablet screen. “I’ve already been brainstorming some initial campaign ideas. Think

Rami and I were on our way back to the hotel, he's been teasing me about how nervous I was during the meeting for a good hour now."Like a phone vibration mood," Rami had said, his voice laced with amusement.I glared at him, or at least tried to. My face was probably still flushed, a mix of adrenaline and mortification. "It was my first time, Rami. Give me a break."He chuckled, a warm, rumbling sound that usually soothed me. Tonight, though, it felt like he was poking fun at a particularly flustered kitten. "Oh, come on, I'm just messing around with you, but seriously I thought you were going to pass out.""Stop, or I'll hit you," I said, but a small smile was tugging at the corners of my mouth. It was true. I'd been a mess. The presentation, which I'd practiced a thousand times in my head, had turned into a blur of stilted sentences and shaky gestures. My voice had trembled, my notes had fluttered like nervous butterflies, and I was pretty sure I'd knocked over a glass of water."S

The clink of my keys hitting the ceramic dish on the hallway table felt louder than it should have. I was exhausted, the kind of bone-deep tired that seeps into your thoughts, making them sluggish. Rami was a few steps behind me, his phone already pressed to his ear. I heard the murmur of his voice, a low, familiar rumble that usually brought me comfort. Tonight, though, it felt like a distant echo.I walked into the living room, kicking off my heels and sinking into the sofa. The soft fabric swallowed my tired limbs, and I closed my eyes for a moment, just a moment, to enjoy the quiet."Yeah, habibti, of course," Rami said, his voice clearer now. I frowned, opening my eyes. Habibti? He rarely used that endearment, not on the phone anyway. I strained my ears, trying to decipher the rest of the conversation."No, no, everything's fine," he continued, a slight edge to his tone. "Just got home from London. Yeah, we'll be there."We? My stomach tightened. Who was he talking to? A knot of

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, the report blurring into a meaningless jumble of words. I’d read the same sentence five times, and still, nothing registered. All I could see was Rami. His smile, the way his head tilted slightly, the easy, almost… intimate, tone he used with the receptionist. It wasn’t just a casual hello. It was something else. A warmth, a spark, that made my stomach clench.I’d tried to tell myself I was imagining things. That I was just tired, stressed. But the image was burned into my retinas. I’d even scrolled through those ridiculous "Is Your Husband Cheating?" videos during a desperate bathroom break. "Look for changes in behavior," one chirped, a perky blonde flashing a knowing smile. "Sudden interest in grooming," another added, showing a montage of men applying cologne. "Or… suspicious interactions with other women."Suspicious interactions. That was it. That was exactly what I’d seen.The videos, as useless as they were, planted a seed. A terrible, inv