A man was at the door. He was tall, dark and handsome… albeit not as handsome as the one Amira had left in her bedroom.
“Jacob,” Amira breathed out, exasperated beyond comprehension, and prepared to slam the door in his face. Only he stuck his foot to prevent her from doing so.
“Amira, please, let’s talk,” he pleaded with her.
“Talk about what, Jacob?” She rearranged her nervously.
“Let me explain,” he said.
“Explain what exactly?” She hissed at him, eying him with all the disdain she could muster. “You lied to me! I was under the impression that I was dating a free man…”
“And I am free now,” he said, holding up a piece of paper – his divorce papers no doubt.
“You deceived me,” she spat out at him, eyes glaring daggers.
He tried to approach her, to hold her and she stepped
