All Chapters of The Heir in My Womb: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The distinctive chime of her Eastern anklet heralded her arrival; she stood leaning against the open office door, her torso angled gracefully. He looked up from the papers before him as the potent scent of her luxurious French perfume wafted his way. He anticipated her next move as she approached, swaying with the delicate grace of her slender figure, deliberately showcasing her long, alluringly bronzed legs in a display that exuded seduction. He capped his pen and set it aside, then clasped his hands as he watched her. She drew closer—seating herself right on the edge of the desk—and leaned toward him, speaking in a low, feminine voice tinged with a captivating huskiness: "How long will you remain buried in those piles of papers, my dear?""I have some work to catch up on... Don't wear yourself out waiting for me; I'll be a while." A flush rose to her face, though she quickly managed to mask it, painting a wide, playful smile across her lips. She rose slowly to stand behind him

She remained motionless, her fingers still resting on the door handle; with eyes glistening with unshed tears, she observed the scene before her. His massive office chair stood empty, while the sounds of a little girl’s joyful, high-pitched laughter echoed through the room, breaking the somber atmosphere of the impeccably tidy office. Mazen had cast aside his air of authority and status among his staff; he was kneeling on the floor, cradling a little girl—no more than three years old—who was playing with him in sheer delight. Almost instinctively, she walked over to them and gave a soft, polite cough. "Did I come at a bad time?" She spoke in a playful tone, though a deep-seated sadness lingered beneath the surface. Mazen was smiling and happy—joy radiated from his eyes; it was the first time in a long while she had seen him look so truly happy. "Come here, Reem. Let me introduce you to my youngest friend: Lauren, Hadi’s little girl. I brought her in today because his wife is visi

She said this with a touch of wry amusement at the older woman's irrational behavior; ever since that morning, she had been bringing them a tray laden with food—knocking, handing it over at the threshold without stepping a single inch inside, and then hurrying away as if they were carriers of a contagious disease. This pattern had persisted ever since the doctor’s last visit. Her mother’s behavior was contradictory: she rejected the idea of ​​the baby and the entire situation, yet she was meticulous about ensuring her daughter ate and took her medication on schedule. She had even called Salma—her cousin—to come and stay by her side, offering comfort and support. The other woman’s mouth twisted into a wry smile as she spoke in a weary tone: "She’s angry; the whole thing upsets her. She blames me, as if I had orchestrated this entire situation myself." "Try to understand her; it’s a huge shock for all of us." She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, a look of sadness washing

He remained alone in his office after working hours had ended. He had completed all his tasks for the day, yet a full hour had passed since he was due to leave, and he had not taken a single step toward the exit. He rose slowly, removed his suit jacket, and walked over to the large sofa in a secluded corner of the office, letting his body sink into it in search of some respite. He felt no enthusiasm about returning home. There, the same routine awaited him, along with the heavy silence that had come to pervade the place. He felt completely drained of energy and unable to bear any further strain—especially as he watched Reem sinking, day by day, into a spiral of psychological decline. He wished she could free herself from the standards society imposed on women—specifically the notion that a happy family is incomplete without children. He believed this idea was false, and it had never been part of her own convictions. He recalled the early days of their marriage, nine years

Asia’s mother paused for a few seconds in her knocking on her daughter’s closed door, as if giving her a moment to catch her breath; yet, she soon resumed knocking, just as the poor girl’s sobs grew louder from within. She sighed pleadingly, her voice trembling with anguish : "Asia... my darling, open the door. I swear I won’t say a word; I’ll just sit silently beside you. But please, don’t leave me like this... my heart is breaking for you." There was no reply—only intermittent wailing and rapid sobs, each one tearing at her heart until her own eyes filled with tears. She knocked one last time, in desperation : "Asia, please... don’t leave me on the other side of this door." She let out a long, sorrow-laden sigh and turned to leave, but before she could take a step, she heard the doorknob turn, and the door slowly opened. Asia appeared in the doorway, her face pale and swollen from weeping; her complexion was drained of color, and her eyes were painfully red. The moment s