Three months later :
The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, as I stretched beneath the sheets. Beside me, Rami slept soundly, his breathing steady. A warmth spread through my chest—today, I wanted to do something special for him. After everything that happened between us and the issue with Bayan and the rumors, our relationship had its ups and downs, we deserved a peaceful morning, just the two of us.
Quietly, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him. The house was still, the only sound the distant chirping of birds outside. I tiptoed to the kitchen, my bare feet silent against the cool tiles. But when I pushed the door open, I found one of the maids already there, preparing breakfast.
“Good morning,” I whispered. “I’d like to handle breakfast mysel
