Everyone Knew Me as the Hijab-Wearing Virgin Girl — But When My Future Husband Said, “Lift Your Veil,” I Knew My Secret Life Was About to Be Exposed

By morning, I knew I had to leave.

I dressed quietly while Amir was still asleep, gathered my belongings, and searched for the small gold earring I had worn the previous evening.

I found only one.

I checked the floor, the bedside table, and the folds of my clothes.

Nothing.

I assumed it had fallen somewhere in the room, but I was already late returning home. I couldn’t risk spending another minute searching.

I slipped out without waking him.

In my car, I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time.

The woman looking back at me was tired, nervous, and strangely sad.

I removed my makeup, tied back my hair, and changed into the clothes I had worn when I left home.

Then I carefully wrapped my hijab around my head.

By the time I drove through my neighborhood, Nour had disappeared.

Layla had returned.

Or at least, that was what I wanted everyone to believe.