The next day, keeping my gaze hollow, I was serving Ahmer breakfast, keeping my emotions stoic as usual until he grabbed my wrist.

“Didn’t sleep last night?”

“You’re getting late,”

“Are you angry with me for hurting you? I am sorry, I didn’t mean to,” He sighed, making me sit beside him and caressed the back of my palm.

“No, no, you don’t have to. Which man would want to see his wife with her ex? You were right in your place,”

I forced a smile, motioning to him to relax.

He stared at my face for the next few seconds before releasing a disappointing sigh again, expressing his worry....