THE NARCISSIST'S WIFE

Chapter Ten: Dare

Most of you probably know this already; I'm finally a lawyer!!! 😅😅😍Masha Allah. 🤩
I think that explains the long break. It's been so so busy for me. But Alhamdulillah.
Regardless of my excuse, I still apologize for the long break. Let me know what you think about the chapter.
Cheers!

"I can't find my ring; have you seen it?" She asked expectantly, looking at him from the door.

"Nope." He was on his phone and was distracted. But the moment her question sank in, he stood from his reclining potion to a sitting one and glared at her.

"You mean your ring?"

"Yes." Zahra said, biting her lower lip.

"Where do you always keep it?"

"I'm not sure, I never remove it."

"And when last did you see it on you?"

"In the kitchen, when I was peeling off the potatoes." She heaved through her nose. "And they have thrown the garbage."

"So, you know where it is then, why are you bothering me?" He asked with raised brows.
"I'm sorry, it's just... I don't want to lose it."

It was a symbol of what she had with Sharif when he was still her Sharif, so she meant it when she said she didn't want to lose it.

"It seems to me that you already have." He shrugged, obviously irritated, and returned his concentration to his phone. There was no hope of getting her a new ring then.

She went back to the kitchen and continued searching for her ring even though she was sure that it wasn't there.

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She pulled the first the drawer of his dresser to dust it and then a bunch of pictures stared her back in the eyes. It was pictures of Sharif and a girl during a wedding. The girl was pretty.

Zahra doubted if she had ever seen any girl this beautiful. She doubted that she measured up to her. Almost like a hoor al-ayn...

There were almost 50 pictures of them. She couldn't believe it. She had been cleaning this house thoroughly, but she had never seen them. How long had it been there? Was it recently placed there?

Without a second thought, she dropped the wet towel on the carpet, took the pictures to the living room, scrutinized them, and then went ahead and tore every single one of them in less than a minute, damning the consequences of what Sharif might do to her.

She left them there and continued her cleaning.
The minute it dawned on her that Sharif was about to return home, she understood the gravity of what she had done. For a moment, she wished she could go back in time and reassemble the pictures and to undo all that she had done, but that was only a wish.

Later, she would realize that this was the most daring thing she ever did in her marriage or maybe not, she did one or two worse and funnier things. She couldn't believe it herself. And she would laugh at everything with tears rolling from the corner of her eyes as she related these stories.

She wasn't at the door to open it for him nor to hand him a glass of water as usual. She was behind the curtains when she heard him twist the knob, obviously expecting to meet it open but he found that it wasn't, he went to his pocket and got his bunch of keys and opened the door.

Zahra saw the awe and the shock on his face when he saw the thorn shred of pictures on his favorite couch. She stood there like a statue as she waited for his next move....

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