Chapter 44

Layla Al-Farsi stood in the center of the showroom, her hands twisting together as she glanced between the gleaming luxury vehicles and the husband she barely recognized. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on, but Jamal Sharif seemed to thrive in it. He stepped toward Rana, a mocking glint in his eyes as he gestured toward Tariq with a flourish of his hand. "Rana, don't you know, this live-in son-in-law came here today to buy a car?" Jamal's voice was smooth, dripping with a...