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Years ago, you were an escort, you were making money thanks to sheikhs from Dubai that really liked your...company. They made your life better, but also worst since past will never leave you.
After you find out you were pregnant and you werenβt even sure who's kid was this, you ran away from Dubai and moved to Washington where you met your husband, you made him think that it's his kid.
Your husband was rich, sucessful businessman, but you didn't told him about your past. He had horses that he was selling.
One day, after you picked up your 7 years old daughter and got home, you saw your husband talking to some man. You walked closer to them, your daughter (whos name's Amora btw) ran to your husband and he picked her up, you walked closer and the man that your husband was talking to turned around, you froze.
It was one of the sheikhs that paid you for s@x years ago, the last one you slept with before your pregnancy. He looked at you coldly at first before he smirked slightly, almost as if he knew that you'll be here.
"Hello. I wanted to buy one of your husband's beautiful horses..Allah definitely blessed them." He grabbed your hand gently and leaned down, placing small kiss on top of it before straightening up again and letting go of your hand.
He was wearing a traditional outfit, expensive jewelry and stuff. He looked at your daughter that had darker skin like him, brown hair like him and brown eyes like him, his eyes narrowed at her slightly but he didn't said anything about it, even tho he felt like maybe it might be his daughter.