Leila walked out on her husband while he was still talking. She slammed the door so hard it echoed in the empty hallway. How dare he?
How dare he tell her who to talk to? He was gone for nearly two weeks, and the next thing he wanted to do was police her movements. Never. That she agreed to this marriage didn’t mean she signed off on her rights to freedom.
She stopped in the lobby to catch her breath. For a silly moment, she thought their last few interactions meant something to him. Finding an empty spot in the lobby, she sank onto one of the long benches. Her fingers pressed to her temples, running in circles to ease the building headache. She stared at her boots, and her body quaked in anger. She was still in her travel outfit. He didn’t even give her a chance to change.
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