Trapped With My BRother In Law

chapter 2

Some meetings happen without a plan…

And some farewells come without a reason.

Omar Al-Baron’s Villa

Inside a small white villa with a modern, simple design in one of the quiet upscale neighborhoods.

In a dark bedroom, a weak figure lay silently on the bed.

Carmen was crying quietly as she held her daughter tightly in her arms.

Her mind refused to stop thinking.

Had the love of her life really died?

Her gentle husband… the man who had filled her life with warmth and safety.

Had he truly left her alone in this world with their little daughter—

a girl who looked so much like him, with bright eyes full of innocence and joy?

How would she continue her life without him?

She whispered silent prayers, asking God to heal her broken soul and give her strength to endure the pain of losing him.

She slowly closed her eyes as a memory forced its way into her mind.

Flashback

Omar stood in the kitchen.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her gently against his chest.

With soft fingers, he moved the rebellious strands of her hair away from her neck and whispered:

“Do you know something, Koki? I love you so much. You made my whole life beautiful. I'm not afraid of anything… except losing you.”

Carmen turned toward him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

She rested her head against his chest and whispered softly:

“I could never leave you. You’re my safety. God gave you to me as a gift… you replaced the love of a father, a brother, and a husband all in one. I don’t need anything else in this world except you.”

Then she added playfully:

“Besides, where would I even go? I'm staying right here on your heart… so don’t even think about looking at anyone else.”

Omar laughed warmly.

“How could I? Haven’t you seen the news? Wives are killing their husbands these days. I’d rather stay alive.”

Carmen smirked mischievously.

“Good. Then take good care of your life.”

Omar leaned closer and whispered sincerely:

“You and Malak are the most precious things in my life. I’ll keep living for both of you.”

Then he winked and added teasingly:

“I love you… now leave the food and come here. I want to tell you a secret before Malak wakes up.”

Carmen smiled.

But before she could answer, the sound of their little daughter's crying filled the room, interrupting their beautiful moment—as Omar always called it.

Present

Carmen returned to reality when she heard the door of her room open.

Her mother, Maryam, walked in slowly.

Her face was filled with sadness after seeing her daughter in this state ever since she returned from the hospital.

Maryam sat beside her on the edge of the bed and said gently:

“Pray for him, my dear. He can see you now, and he would be sad to see you like this. You must accept God’s will. That’s life… nothing lasts forever.”

Carmen’s voice came out hoarse from crying.

“It hurts so much, Mom… I can’t accept that this is real. It feels like a nightmare… like I’m going to wake up and find him beside me again.”

Maryam spoke softly, her voice filled with tenderness.

“One of God’s mercies is that sadness is born huge… but with time it slowly becomes smaller. You must take care of yourself. You just had surgery and a nervous breakdown. You barely eat. If not for yourself… then for Malak.”

She gently patted her daughter’s shoulder and began reciting verses from the Quran in a soothing voice.

Little by little, Carmen finally drifted into a deep sleep.

Two Weeks Later

Malik Al-Baron’s House

Malik woke up suddenly to the loud crying of his son.

He turned to the other side of the bed but didn’t see his wife.

He looked at the wall clock.

It was four in the morning.

Throwing the blanket aside, he got up and walked quickly toward Yassin’s room.

When he entered, he saw Yosr holding the boy in her arms.

“What happened?” Malik asked worriedly. “Why is he crying like that?”

Yosr looked anxious.

“I don’t know. I woke up to him crying. He says his stomach hurts… and he feels really hot.”

Malik gently took Yassin from her arms and patted his back.

“Alright. I’ll dress him. You get ready and we’ll go to the hospital.”

“Okay.”

She hurried to the bedroom to change her clothes.

A few minutes later, they rushed to the hospital.

At the Hospital

After examining Yassin, the doctor smiled reassuringly.

“Don’t worry. There’s nothing serious. The stomach pain and fever are probably from eating too many snacks with preservatives… things like chips.”

Yosr nodded quickly.

“Yes, doctor. He eats those all the time.”

The doctor said firmly:

“No more of those for a while. He needs healthy food, vitamins, and milk to strengthen his immune system.”

Then he looked at Yassin and said with a playful tone:

“And you, young man… behave yourself. Or do you like injections?”

Yassin’s eyes widened with fear and he quickly shook his head.

The doctor laughed.

“Good. No chips… or I’ll give you a big injection.”

“I won’t eat chips again,” Yassin promised innocently.

“Thank you, doctor,” Malik said.

They left the hospital after buying the medicine and returned home.

A New Morning

Baron Palace

Adham woke up at eight in the morning in his large suite.

He had not shared the room with his wife for a long time.

He rubbed his face tiredly.

Sleep had become difficult lately.

How could he sleep peacefully when the pain of losing his brother still weighed heavily on his chest?

To everyone else, he looked strong and composed.

But inside, everything was different.

He sighed deeply, got out of bed, and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Afterward, he went to the gym and exercised for a while to wake up his body.

Then he dressed in a black suit, adjusted his watch and shoes, and stood in front of the mirror fixing his hair.

Spraying his signature cologne, he walked out—ready for a long day of work.

He descended the grand staircase of the palace.

The house was unusually quiet.

In the dining room, he found his mother sitting at the table without touching her food.

“Good morning, my dear mother,” Adham said warmly.

She smiled softly.

“Good morning, my son.”

He kissed her hand and sat beside her.

“I don’t like seeing you skipping meals, Mom. You’re taking strong medication. You have to eat well.”

She gently patted his hand.

“I’ll eat… but only if you have breakfast with me before you go to work.”

Adham smiled.

“As you wish.”

After a moment, she said thoughtfully:

“Adham… I’m going to visit Carmen today. The poor girl’s condition is getting worse every day. She just had surgery not long ago, and then she suffered a nervous breakdown. May God give her strength.”

Adham nodded calmly.

“Alright. Tell me when she gets better so I can arrange for the lawyer to open Omar’s will.”

At that moment, Nadine was standing quietly outside the dining room, listening to their conversation.

Ever since Adham forced her out of his bedroom, she had been avoiding sitting with him.

She whispered to herself suspiciously:

“I wonder what’s in that will, Omar… something about it doesn’t feel right.”

Then she smirked coldly.

“But money today… could disappear tomorrow.”

Hearing footsteps approaching the door, she quickly rushed upstairs.

Adham left the palace and drove away in his car, followed closely by the large vehicle carrying his security team.

Baron Design Company

Malik knocked on Adham’s office door before entering.

Adham looked up with surprise.

“You’re late today. That’s unusual.”

Malik sighed tiredly.

“Yassin had a fever at dawn. We had to rush him to the hospital.”

“How is he now?”

“He’s fine. The doctor gave him medicine and vitamins. The little guy refuses to stop eating chips.”

Adham smiled faintly.

But his thoughts drifted to the painful truth he had known for years—his infertility.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Malik’s voice.

“Where did you go just now?”

“Nowhere.”

Malik understood exactly what he was thinking.

With concern, he asked:

“Have you thought about treatment? Medicine has advanced a lot. Nothing is impossible.”

Adham replied calmly:

“Everything has its time.”

Malik shook his head in confusion.

“What surprises me is Nadine. Why would she stay with you knowing you don’t love her… and knowing why you married her in the first place?”

Adham smirked sarcastically.

“Money. That’s all she cares about. As long as there’s money, she’ll stay. Clubs, parties, shopping—that’s her life.”

Malik looked at him curiously.

“Then why are you still with her?”

Adham leaned back in his chair.

“I enjoy the game.”

Malik sighed.

“Alright… I’ll get back to work.”

He left the office while Adham returned his attention to the files on his desk.