Leila walked out on her husband while he was still talking. She slammed the door so hard it echoed in the empty corridor.

How dare he?

How dare he tell her who to talk to? He was gone for nearly two weeks and the next thing he wanted to do was police her movements? Never. That she agreed to this marriage didn’t mean she signed off her rights of freedom.

She stopped at the reception to catch her breath. For a silly moment, she had thought Freya was right and they could ...