She immediately started crying.
“I knew you didn’t want me here! You have finally succeeded in turning my brother against me.”
Before I could even speak, Ahmed came to her defence.
“Why can’t you just let her stay in peace? She’s my sister!”
That night, I cried in the bathroom because I didn’t want my children to see me.
It wasn’t even about Mariam anymore. It was about my husband making me feel like a stranger in my own home.
But I still tried to keep the peace.
Then, the following week, I discovered something that made me question everything.
For months, Ahmed had been sending Mariam money every month because she claimed she was struggling financially.
I knew he helped her, but I didn’t know how much he was sending.
That Saturday, I needed money to pay a bill, so I asked him about the savings we had discussed using.
