Episode 11

Yasmin

After the events at the contract signing ceremony, I was led back to my room.

I sat on the soft bed, with white, thin sheets that were smooth and gentle to the touch. They are certainly made of the finest fabric, as they are of high quality.

I look around, everything here is so clean, bright, fragrant... I sit in front of the large window, watching the garden, and I see several people walking back and forth, hanging golden objects, decorating large tables, everything so colorful, and my heart fills with joy, because I know that these are the preparations for tomorrow's day, for the celebrations of my wedding.

Mrs. Zaira came to bring me my dresses to try on, and I was enchanted with both of them. They are beautiful, each one in its own way. Made with embroidery, stones, fine and delicate fabrics.

I also chose the design pattern to be made on my hands... the designs of a chaste bride.

I lose myself in my thoughts, thanking God for living such a beautiful moment, which I never imagined would be possible to enjoy even in my best dreams.

The way my husband defended me... my husband.

"Samir..." I say softly, smiling to myself at the sound of my husband's name being pronounced by me.

I know that I can only call him that when we are alone, and that reminds me of our wedding night, which makes me somewhat nervous and apprehensive.

I know nothing about the intimacy between a couple. My mother-in-law said we would talk about it tomorrow, but honestly, I'm afraid of not pleasing him or making him angry because of my inexperience.

I am drawn from my thoughts by the sound of knocks on the door of the room, and as soon as I open it, I am pushed back forcefully, and I see Najla and my stepmother, Ursula, enter the room.

"Look, mom..." Najla looks around. "The bride's room is much better than ours." she comments angrily in her eyes.

"Don't worry, my daughter. It must be to keep her quiet and make her accept her beloved husband's infidelity."

I hear my stepmother's words and do not understand what she is insinuating with such things.

"You shouldn't make false accusations against my husband." I say, gathering courage. "He has shown himself attentive and kind to me."

Both of them laugh, leaving me even more confused.

"Oh, Yasmin, always so foolish!" Najla takes her cell phone and types something, but then turns the screen. "Look closely at these images and tell me, what a wonderful husband you have, right?!" she laughs even more.

The images keep scrolling on the screen, and my heart tightens in my chest as I see Samir hugging a blonde girl in front of the mansion gates.

He embraces her and... she kisses him!

Najla turns the phone, but then shows me several more photos of Samir with the girl, and they seem so intimate and happy. Then I see another photo and remember seeing this man yesterday at the airport... so it was him! He helped me, but he was there to pick her up?!

A strange feeling, disappointment, suddenly overwhelms me, making my eyes fill with tears, but I swallow my anguish and the tears.

As Mrs. Zaira told me, I must not bow down to those who humiliated me.

"What's wrong, dear little sister?" Najla holds my chin. "Are you going to cry like you did when we left you in the dark? Poor thing, she really believed she would be happy..." she says disdainfully, and I push her hand away from my face. "Oh... look at this, mom! She now thinks she's important..." she smiles, maliciously.

"Don't worry, dear daughter, because as they say in Brazil, why should we kick a dead dog?!" my stepmother looks into my eyes. "Did you really think you would marry a rich man and be treated like a queen? Ah, Yasmin, so innocent, always seeing the good in people, right? Well, I hate to disappoint you, dear stepdaughter, but your husband already has a chosen one, already has someone who has taken a place in his heart, and he only married you because it would be frowned upon for the son of a Sheikh to marry a foreigner, like the girl he loves..."

"And so, dear little sister, you will be nothing more than a trophy he will show off, adorned and dressed in pure silk, but it will be in the arms of his foreign lover that he will spend his nights.." she laughs. "You will wither away, childless, trapped in a marriage of appearances, never to be touched or loved. You will never be happy, you misfit!"

"Shut up!" I say, nervously. "Get out of here! Get out!" I say, feeling my body tremble from the nerves.

"Shhhh, don't make a scene, you annoying fool!" Ursula says, threateningly. "And don't you dare tell anyone about this conversation, because I will personally delete all the photos and videos we showed you, and then it will be your word against ours." she smiles. "But, I think you should thank us, because we've given you a wonderful wedding present."

The two of them head towards the door, but before leaving, Najla says...

"See you tomorrow, at the grand celebration of this beautiful wedding... that is, if the groom doesn't run away with his lover in the middle of the night, considering they exchanged such a passionate kiss... -"

"GET OUT!" I shout, and they leave laughing and slam the door.

I sit on the bed, hugging my own body, letting the tears wet my face, carrying away my disappointment.

How could I have thought that Samir would love me? That we could build a relationship?

Oh, mother... I wish you were here.... I miss your embrace so much.

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