Darmiel fell asleep peacefully beside Ameelah while the latter's tears started to flow again. In the quiet darkness of their bedroom, his steady, rhythmic breathing only highlighted the chaotic storm raging inside her own chest. She looked at his handsome, sleeping face, illuminated only by their dimly lit night light, and felt a lingering ache of betrayal and confusion.
"Darmiel, I just hope you are not fooling me again," she whispered, her voice barely a breath of air as tears continuously drifted from her eyes and soaked into her silk golden pillowcase. The memory of the secret document she had seen— the Last Will and Testament of Darmiel’s father—haunted her thoughts, raising a wall of doubt between them.
With no answers and her mind spinning in endless circles, she finally fell asl
