Opening the text she had sent him, Shehryaar passed the phone to her without a word, then sat back in his chair, watching her with his dark, unblinking eyes. Sheharzaad’s eyes scanned the screen, her chest tightening as each word sank in.

"What?" she whispered to herself as she felt her heart constricting inside her. The message was clear. She could feel her stomach churning as she pieced things together. Because of this message, he thought she was a promiscuous woman, a woman who would ...