ed H

o-be wife: Miss Sathara Nazal. I rolled my eyes, because, deep down, I didn't want to marry her. To me,

was driving me crazy, and that des

oured her, and it was not difficult for me to understand that she hated me. And he understood. If I

. That is why I was fascinated by America, its c

d us to hold hands to continue with the ceremony, she refused. And in th

whispered softly, trying to hi

eams will I touch you, Khale

me and tear us apart like children. It wi

seen his eyes and part of his nose, but even that small fragment of his face was beautiful. Although

ding, Khaled. When I'm at ho

want it either,"

na marks decorating his skin, forming delicate tattoos. I smiled, a

t wedding. All around us, chants and dances filled the air, but between Sathara and me there was only an icy silence. We we

more scarce. We avoided any family gathering so we wouldn't have to see each other. Strangely, the more distant he was from me, the closer Sathara got to my dau

My father, with his macho and retrograde mentality, had already designated a second wife for me, a woman destined to fulfill my "duties" as a ma

ed to marry for the second time, this time to Osiris, a woman of impressive beauty, blonde, with a spectacular figure and, as traditions dictated, a virgin, ready to give m

ed comments, it reminded me how much he despised me. Sometimes that hatred hurt me, not because it came from her, but becaus

warm water and a sponge in his hands. She hated that practice, she hated that she humiliated herself in that way, but

up my ankles, caressing my calves, until I felt the rubbing on my thighs, causing a shiver to run through my body. Since the last time I made love to Jennifer, I had maintained a sel

tilting my head back, letting myself be ca

r attention beyond what I had imagined. Every gesture of his ignited something in me, something I didn't expect. She knew that, accordin

t, Osiris was acco

etting me see more of her cleavage. A gasp escaped my lips. I didn't want to feel like an ab

ugh," I said, tryin

er wet hands she moved closer, sliding her palms across m

deserve to be made your wife. When will th

ody reacted before my mind, a current of desire invaded my crotch, and she, noticing it,

u make me yours?" she whis

t suddenly, the image of Jennifer appeared in my mind, like a ghost that broke the spell of that instant. Everything collapsed ins

ueen of Riyadh. She was in front of us, and seeing us in that

disobeying the laws?" Sathara stood with her hands on her waist, looking at us wi

inally do it... And by the way, you have a beautiful mouth," I said, sincerely, becaus

nto her arms without first making me yours

d me, claiming her place. And me, trapped between two worlds I never wa

. Although my heart was still anchored in that cold sanatorium, where Jennifer's memories were kept alive, a strange sensation tied me irremediably to my firs

ra, with her fiery gaze, was up to something. However, I decided to stay in control of the situation. I kissed Osiris on the cheek. She looked up

ment, the first wife claimed a higher place. It was the rank, it was the law, it was the destiny that they both

new that the battle between us had only just begun. But now, for the first time, I felt that, in that hard look,

n courtyard, two of the nannies are in

ng with her, but-" I approached slowly, brushing my nose against her neck, inhaling the sweet amber scent emanating from her skin.

ut Sathara didn't relent. Her p

ond wife, let alone the third. Because, yes, I know they're planning to find you a third wife to bring your children an

ing to give me anything, but he wouldn't allow me to receive anything from anyone else. I was

so much? What was it that I did to you

me as she snor

ause of you they denied me happiness, but I will not suffer alone. No, you're going to su

ant to marry you. Haven't you noticed? It's been six months,

ive or if I lost him forever. Do you know what it's like to live with that un

e of my life, and she will always be in my heart. But what do we do about it? We are doomed to be unhappy, my dear

ce, two wounded souls, trapped i

hands, trying to drown out the anguish that consumed her. She began

ce breaking. "I want to be happy, I want to be lov

I wanted, at that moment, to be able to give hi

ut I can't. If I did, they would put us both in jail. I'm

e, with her fie

I'm the unhappiest woman in the world. I swear I'd rather

r fury. I understood their discomfort, I understood their bitterness. Worst of all, he knew that

asked in a tone that tried to be light, alth

If you do, I'll report, to you. I'll hav

urrender, drawing a mo

re the lady," I sa

ustrated little girl, and pointed

arned, husband

ght between the hatred of the first wife and the impossibility of being with the second. My

my heart, which until that moment

lled the room, and her embrace

g her tightly, as if her small body was the only thin

ou," Alya said, her

you?" I asked, curious to

and hugged me tightly. How twisted it all was. While Sathara made war on

sed to amaze me. Despite the hatred Sathara had for me, the

if my destiny were written in those traditions that he despised so much. What I didn't know was that my first wife, Sathara, forbade me any kin

ngled in Jennifer's face. As my life in Riyadh continued, laden with handcuffs and responsibilities I nev