A week later
ABDALLAH
After class ends, I breathe out a sigh of relief. My relief, however, is short-lived because some rowdy guys decide to interrupt.
What now?
“Sir!” one of them addresses me as if we are long lost friends. I raise my eyebrows. “Wasn’t that girl who came the other day, your . . . girlfriend?”
I straighten, squinting my eyes at him. “My wife.”
His eyes widen. “Then what is she doing downstairs with─?”
I grab him by the collar, needing no further information. “Where?”
“In the training room.”
I let go of him and he staggers a step back. I shove my hands through my hair. Damn it. I told her to stay away. What the heck is her freaking problem?
Without another word, I walk out of the classroom and march downstairs. It’s high time I teach her a lesson. Why does she
