She’d curse at Harry, blackmail him with information if he touched me, but she didn’t.
Shelaughed. “Fuck if I cared, do whatever you wantwith her. I’ll figure out a way to keep her quiet. You know how she is, a couple of words from me and she’ll comply.”
I covered my mouth—preventing the broken sobs from shattering my dignity.
“You’re not being a very good guardian.”
“You know damn well I was never her guardian. Now hang up the phone, I’m about to come.”
Harry did.
My organs felt disoriented, my heart most of all.
It felt like it was in my stomach then in my arm—each beat getting louder by the second.
“Seems like there’s no way out for you,” Harry threw the rest of the file my way. “Even with this evidence, we have enough to put you in prison for life.”
“Should you be telling me this?” I swallowed hard.
Harry sighed. “I wouldn’t if you had the power to stop us.”
“My husband does,” I retorted.
“You and yourfakehusband are on the outs.”
“He’ll come for me.”
He always does.
“Where is he?” He looked around with a mocking gaze. “Because I don’t see him.”
He didn’t know and because he was a good man, he respected my boundaries and gave me time to think.
But I never needed him as much as I did now.
I wish I told him I loved him once more.
“In the meantime,” Harry strolled over to Arun and ran a hand down his cheek. “Let’s have some fun.”
FORTY-NINE
CHRISTIAN
“Who invited her?”Osama whispered when Umaima went to the kitchen to pour some food.
The way to get to Adelaide was through Umaima, but I hadn’t called her.
When I got back from Moonshine, the apartment was empty. She’d been avoiding me ever since—not that I could fucking blame her—but I missed her.
We didn’t get to have a full day together.
Whose fault is that?
“Do I look like the kind of girl who needs a fucking invite to her best friend’s place?” She grabbed the island chair from beside Osama and dragged it to the other side.
Hasan and Umaima were at odds too. He talked to her, but she didn’t reply, and he was torn between lecturing her or apologizing to her. Not that I fucking knew how that worked. Apologizing was easy when you weren’t the eldest brother and were forced to take care of your baby sister. I feltfor the guy because he loved Umaima, but because of my fucking plan he lied to her.
On the couch, Yunus slept peacefully in Hasan’s arms while he watched Umaima with a saddened face.
