Veil of Truth

Chapter 26

Amina's POV

I quickly got into my car, started the engine, and drove to the location where Zayd was. When I arrived,I found myself standing in front of an upscale bar. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the crowded space to find Zayd. The atmosphere was overwhelming—flashing lights, loud music, and people dancing everywhere. The chaos made me uneasy.

It was my first time in a pub, and the fact that I was here because of my husband made it even more unsettling.

As I continued searching for him, a man in a suit approached me. I assumed he was the one who had called me.

"Mrs. Zayd?" he asked, his tone polite.

I nodded, feeling uncomfortable in the unfamiliar surroundings.

"I'm Jonathan, the owner of this bar," he said, extending his hand for a handshake.

Caught off guard, I hesitated for a moment before placing my hand on my chest as a gesture of acknowledgment. "Amina," I said quietly.

Jonathan quickly withdrew his hand, offering me a small smile.

"I assume this is your first time in a place like this," he said, trying to ease the tension.

"Yes," I responded.

"Come, I'll take you to Zayd," he offered.

I nodded, and followed him as he led the way.

Jonathan stopped in front of a room, turning back to face me.

"Zayd is inside. I have to go now, as I have other things to take care of. If you need anything, you can call me—Zayd has my number," he said.

"Okay, thank you so much," I replied politely.

He smiled and walked away, leaving me alone in the dimly lit hallway. I took a deep breath, steadying myself before opening the door.

The sight inside made my heart skip a beat, followed by a wave of anger and heartbreak that left me reeling. My eyes welled up with tears.

A girl was sitting on Zayd's lap, and they were the only ones in the room.

The moment they saw me, I turned around and closed the door, unable to look any longer. Tears spilled down my face, and I let them fall freely. My bag slipped from my shoulder as I placed a hand over my mouth, trying to muffle my sobs.

A few moments later, the door opened. I hastily wiped my tears and bent to pick up my bag. The girl walked out. She was wearing a miniskirt that barely reached her thighs and a revealing top that showcased her cleavage. I immediately lowered my gaze, feeling uncomfortable with her outfit.

She looked at me, her expression smug. "I assume you're his wife" she said, her voice laced with jealousy.

I didn't respond, biting my tongue to keep my emotions in check.

"I think you don't satisfy him enough. That's why he comes here to fulfill his needs," she added with a smirk.

I shot her a glare, standing my ground. "And I think you're the kind of woman who fulfills every men's needs," I replied coldly, my tone sharp yet composed.

Her smirk faltered, replaced by a look of anger. "You b***h! I'm his girlfriend!" she screamed.

I straightened, glaring at her. "I'm his wife. And I suggest you mind your language before I lose my temper," I retorted, my voice firm.

"And you think I'd believe a woman like you?" I added, struggling to keep my anger in check.

Before the confrontation escalated, Jonathan rushed over, clearly alarmed. "Mrs. Amina, what's going on?" he asked, then turned to the girl. His eyes widened in shock.