I walked out of the ladies room in a daze, letting the crowd's noises swirl around me as I stood still by the antique-looking wooden table. I looked around the dining room distractedly as my gaze resting for a few seconds on different people. They were scattered around the room. Ahmad, the mild, even-tempered brother I had grown fond of over the short period of time. Nermin, the woman who seemed to order everyone around to do what she wanted. I looked over to find the professor standing beside me now. Eman, nowhere to be found.

"I'm sorry," I said as I exited.

"You said that already." The professor responded with a relieving smile.

I turn my head to face him with worry in my tone. "And I could say it a thousand more times. I'm just so freaking sorry for everything."

"This is what we get for marrying the help," Nermin murmured in condemnation, but I could clearly hear her as I glanced at the professor's expression, he seemed to be tolerating her act.

Ahmad elbowed his mother, "What?! I didn't say anything offensive. This was the truth," She explained, "You are a professor, son, and you are married to some nobody,"

I left the professor hand that held into mine and proceeded to go to my room and relive my anger with praying instead of what I entered on doing which was to smash her head, a couple of minutes later, I see an unexpected figure entering.

I fisted my hands on my praying mat and tried to smile, "Nermin."

"Wahaj, there are multiple reasons why I disapprove of your marriage with my son," she said without looking at me.

She seemed forced to be here.

"Ok." I smiled politely as I moved from the praying mat into the chair beside the bed. I knew where this was going, and that by being as kind as I could be, she would get more pissed off.

"I wanted to talk to you."

I nodded for her to continue and smiled when her lip twitched. A sure sign I was starting to piss her off.

"leave my son!"

Ok. That surprised me.

"Excuse me?"

"He clearly believes that being married to you is somewhat rational, so you should be the one leave him for his own sake." She folded her hands and stared at me.

"I tried before I knew I was pregnant to have him divorce me, but he doesn't believe in it." I stared back while internally, I began to prepare for the fight.

She began to laugh, "Don't believe in divorce!" She explained further, "He got divorced just a year ago to that chamberlain girl,"

My eyes widened at her accusations, "What ?" I almost shouted that.

There was no way. He said he didn't believe in divorce. He is a liar. Why would he lie, I was frustrated by this and at the same time confused as to why he didn't tell me.

"If you are after his money, then I can give you some, and you can be on your way out."

I could feel the tears making my eyes burn, but blinked them away as I took my already packed bag and tossed my praying mat with my pjs which were left on the chair and left Nermin standing there as I went downstairs. I never packed my bag since I knew something always goes wrong for me. This was the moment.

"What are you doing ?" The professor said as he saw me on the stairs. "I am leaving," I replied coldly as I sent daggers his way.

His were fiery as he said "No, you won't," He title held my forearm, "Whatever made you upset, we can rationally talk about it and come up with a reasonable solution," He said the grip is leaving a mark on my hand.

"You are hurting me," I stated as I tried to free myself from his force.

"I am sorry," He left my hand once my words sinked in his head, "But you can't leave like this, let's talk," He stated as he gestured for me to follow him into the study room.

I did seeing that I didn't have a car waiting outside for me and the fact that my grandmother won't take me with open arms. But the most important reason was because I was curious to know what he would say.

I went and sat on the leather chair once he stormed inside the room, "So what is it ?" He asked.

Even my hands were shaking as I said, "You were divorced ?"

He shut his office door and sat down next to me. "Yes, I was to Rosie Chamberlain."

"So you did believe in divorce then, but now you aren't ?" I started trying to explain his behaviour as I kept my eyes on my hands confused by his actions.

He leaned toward me a bit, lifting my chin so that our eyes met. "It was a drunken mistake made a year ago before I committed myself never to drink again" His emerald eyes held mine captive.

"Professor, you don't understand. I don't trust people who lie, and you did" I hid my face through the fabric of my hijab, avoiding his gaze. "Everyone in my life lied to me. I thought you were different."

"You never asked me if I was married before just like I never spoke to you about those calls you keep receiving from your father,"

"You looked through my phone ?" I said, frustrated by his action as I moved his hand away from my chin.

"Yesterday, It kept ringing, and I sow the ID caller was your father's number." He quickly replied to my answer without feeling a bit nervous. His words were emotionless.

"I never answer his calls," I replied, "Not that it concern you anyways,"

"Look at me, Wahaj." The professor gently lifted my chin again to meet his gaze using his index finger. "Everything that happens to you concerns me, like it or hate it. You are my wife." His voice was stern but still melodic and velvety.

He always had to remind me of my position in his life. But to me, he was a stranger who I don't remember.

"I don't get you ?" I said, removing his hand once again, "Why do you care so much ?" I asked.

I refused to allow the tears to follow, but they did.

"Wahaj, you are such a beautiful woman and stronger than I think you realize." He wiped away my tears with his thumb, his eyes never leaving mine. "Let me in, Wahaj, and I promise I will protect you with everything I have. I want to be there for you." He sounded a bit huskier as he became a little more urgent.

"I'm not sure if I can, Professor. I don't trust you not after you lied," I stated honestly, but then remembered that non of the persons that are in my life ever told me the truth, they always lie.

"But I will try, Slow?" I finally managed to get out.

He smiled, amused. "Wahaj, we can take this as slow as you want," he promised.

"Thank you." I replied, "But we won't lie to each other from now on and will tell the truth," I noted. "No more bullshit about me not remembering,"

He smirked at my words, "Of course, Dory"