The wedding was small and intimate, just as Karim had wanted. Amina stood in her elegant white dress..modest enough to honor tradition, yet hugging her curves in a way that made Jamal’s eyes burn from across the room. Her belly had only the faintest swell, barely noticeable under the fabric. Karim beamed with pride as he slipped the ring on her finger, whispering how happy he was to be starting a family.

*His* family. Or so he believed.