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I swallow, ignoring the way my throat swells. “Promise?”
“Promise,” he says. “I’m tired. I think I’ll go lie inside and rest.”
He pushes himself to a stand, and I move with him, reaching out and hugging him like it’s the last time I ever will.
He kisses my forehead and whispers his love, and somehow, even through the deep sickness in my heart, I manage to do the same.
And then I leave my father in peace and walk out the door to pack before going to meet my husband.
Chapter32
Julian
Islam the phone down, irritated that once again, Ian isn’t answering my calls when he works forme. I grab my cell from the corner of my desk and scroll through the latest text messages, noticing a disturbing pattern of me having to check in with him repeatedly, when before it’s always been him blowing up my phone.
He’s never given me reason to doubt him, but I’d be a fool not to take notice of the change.
My fingers fly over the keys as I type out another message to him, anger brewing in the bottom of my gut. If I had known he was going to go AWOL at the same time that Jeannie did, I would have convinced Tinashe to stay in Egypt and oversee the boy himself.
Me: Ian, you have two minutes to call me back before I fire you and give Ciara your job.
I grit my teeth and watch the clock count down, hoping that he remembers I never bluff. I have no time for people who want to play games. While I wait, I glance down at the papers that were just couriered to my door and flip through the pages one more time, staring at the fake signature of my wife signed on the dotted line and backdated to the day of our marriage.
My finger pops out and rubs along the edge of the piece of paper.
Will of Yasmin Karam- Faraci.
It’s always been the plan. Marry the girl. Let Ali die. Kill her and take everything that was supposed to be mine.
Only now, it doesn’t feel as euphoric as I imagined it might. It feels like confusion. A giant war waging inside my mind and body. Everything I’ve always wanted clashing violently with my newest obsession.
The phone rings and I pick it up.
“Boss.”
“How nice of you to check in, Ian.”
I lean back in the chair, rocking slightly as I twirl a pen around in my hand, the smooth plastic rubbing against my skin as it slides through my fingers.
“Just getting things ready for you to be here next week.”
Telling him that I’ll be there earlier is on the tip of my tongue, but I decide not to at the last minute. There’s something fishy going on, and I want to see what it is.
“So you’ve contacted Darryn.”
There’s a shuffling on the line and he clears his throat. “Yeah, yep. Everything’s all good. He’s willing to meet with you. How are things there? With the bi— the uh, the wife?”
Absentmindedly I twist the ring on my left finger, a sharp stab ofsomethingpiercing through my chest. “Things are going according to plan here. Don’t worry your pretty little head about that.”
“Good.”
“Good,” I parrot.
“Is there… I mean, do you need anything else from me?”
My brow quirks. “I have the will.”
“Perfect. So now what?”
