We are strong, our defeats do not show. We have learned that the world around us can transform and defy, manifesting in actions molded by the harshness of circumstances and trials. I can't resist anymore; the boundary between him and me has become fragile when I saw him for the last time in the arms of that flirtatious beauty. No, I can't speak. Even thinking exhausts me. I am no longer the cunning and scheming woman trying to separate them, as I used to.

He is not worth fighting for and resisting all that resistance. Since we started together from the bottom of the city to its top, we fought a lot together until we reached where we are today. I will only do what will drive him mad, and we will see the lesson in the end. One morning, the sun won't rise again as I plan how to be only for me. From now on, he is no longer mine. 

I finally let go and broke the bond. I clearly remember that day when I emptied his cash safe after causing a malfunction in the home surveillance cameras and went to relax in the Maldives, leaving him to his suspicions. Who robbed his safe - the blonde beauty? Or the brunette with the slim figure? His attempts to find the thief will be in vain. Who amongst them? I concealed all traces of the comical crime and managed cleverly to sow doubt and suspicion in his mind.

"Jamil", the recent investment man, I don't know which ways brought him into the business world, perhaps legitimate ones or otherwise, but in the end, he became handsome with an attention-grabbing aura. Only his very intelligent and cunning wife knows the truth about "Jamil".

He has an appointment with destiny, or if I may say, he has become in the grip of his wife who sees him clearly without his knowledge. He never imagines what she plotted and planned for him. Imagine how she prepared his loud birthday party and invited all his beautiful girlfriends. She knows them all and was ready to take souvenir photos with them smoothly and comfortably. At that moment, he did not feel the piercing looks of her eyes that were like two windows to hell. Indeed, their plots are great. You are a defeated man, Jamil, with a beautiful appearance. Here comes one of the blondes to the table to catch a photographic souvenir with "Jamil" and his wife.

The pigments and colors have ravaged her face, but anyway she remains a woman with all the characteristics and measurements of femininity. The night passed peacefully, but there is an internal war in the mind of the wife who has always pretended to be somewhat foolish, while she possesses enough wisdom to fill the universe. One morning, she woke up to a staged collapse, claiming that she had lost her sight after falling and hitting her forehead in the bathroom. Of course, with prior agreement with the eye doctor, whom she lavished money on to convince her husband that she had lost her sight due to the accident and would not be able to see at the moment. Thus, she began to deceive him in silence. She sees every event, big and small. She sees the beauties in her house clearly, laughs and cries at night. She swears to take revenge, but with a tactic and cunning, until the opportunity presented itself. She took photos of her husband's forged documents. He is the professional scammer who you can't imagine such things about him. As they say, "He fell into the evil of his own doing". She came up with the idea of recording his confessions of illegal things while in the arms of one of the mistresses she herself had recruited, and learned from her that he was planning to  make her sign over her possessions and then put her in a "home for the aged" "who lost their sight". He thinks that she would be safe with them. That is her natural place. But always the wind blows where the ships do not want. He never expected the police to come to his house and the looks of his wife indicating sight and insight as she told him: I am serious about my matter, but hysterical laughter overcomes me as I imagine you stripped of all your possessions. Wearing the blue suit, it will suit you, my dear Jamil, but I will be fair and leave your underwear. You can sell it later and start over.