Chapter 17
Amira's Jealousy
Amira witnesses a tender moment between Jack and Layla, fueling her jealousy. She contemplates a drastic step, driven by a desperate desire to win Jack's affection.
Amira watched from the shadowed archway, her heart a tight, aching knot in her chest. The soft light spilling from the palace courtyard painted Layla and Jack in a golden hue, a tableau of domestic bliss that felt like a physical blow. Layla’s head rested on Jack’s broad shoulder, her laughter a tinkling melody that Jack’s deep rumble of a response only seemed to amplify. He had his arm around her, a casual, possessive gesture that spoke volumes, and Amira’s gaze fixated on the way his thumb traced slow, comforting circles on Layla’s arm. It was a tenderness she craved, a warmth she desperately wanted directed at her.
She’d followed them, a silent shadow, drawn by an irresistible, toxic blend of curiosity and pain. Every stolen glance, every shared smile between her sister and Jack was a fresh wound. He was so different from the men she knew, so stoic and powerful, yet capable of such gentle affection. And he was married to her. Her twin. The one who always seemed to have everything – beauty, influence, and now, this man.
Ahmad, their eldest, a whirlwind of childish energy, chased a butterfly across the manicured lawns, his delighted squeals momentarily breaking the spell. Jack looked up, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he watched his son. Layla murmured something, and Jack leaned down to kiss her temple, a fleeting, intimate gesture that made Amira’s breath hitch.
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