The moment we stepped out of Rami’s parents' house, the tension was suffocating. Rami's veins were popping out of his forehead, they were so apparent from how angry he was. Without a word, he pulled out his phone and called his lawyer, his voice icy.
"Go ahead with the lawsuit. Sue the channel for the scandal they caused, I want them to pay for that interview."
I reached over, placing a hand on his arm. "Rami, breathe. Think about this before—"
He didn’t let me finish. Instead, he dialed another number—Bayan. My stomach twisted. I knew this wouldn’t end well.
"If you don’t stop this," he hissed into the phone, "I will ruin you. I swear to God, Bayan, I will drag you to court and make sure you regret ever opening your mouth."
I tightened my grip on his arm. "Rami, enough—"
But he
