He opened his mouth and quickly closed it. He seemed to not been expecting this answer.

I pulled myself away from him, "So what are we going to do about this whole divorce thing?" I asked.

"I want to get this out of the way early, end it before it gets too complicated. I don't know if we signed a prenuptial or not, but I promise I don't want any of your stuff. And if I end up with any of it, I promise to give it back to you as soon as possible."

I was trying to make this easy for him. I knew divorce could be a touchy subject to most, but since Aunt Seren and Aunt Nour (Allah yarhamha) were divorced. Divorce was something we were acquainted with way too often, so it was okay with me to ask for it the way I did.

Or at least I did...

"I'm afraid I can't do that." He sighed.

I frowned. "What do you mean you can't – Ya Allah!" I screamed, and we both flinched, "tell me why we can't get a divorce,"

"The reason we can't get a divorce is that I don't believe in divorce." He flinched away as he waited for my reaction.

"The Prophet Muhammad stated that all the permitted acts divorce is most displeasing to God (Allah)" This was mesmerizing to hear from him.

I didn't even think he was religious or that religious.

He adds, "The Quran further says: "Live with them (your wives) on a footing of kindness and equity. If you dislike them, it may be that you dislike something in which Allah has placed a great deal of good. and I view divorce as a last result, and we could seek counselling and extensive assistance to avoid divorce." He further explains that.

"You couldn't have told me this before we got married?" I groaned. I didn't retrieve if he did or not, but I was too sick to get angry.

"I told you in our third-night together after you said to me that you wanted the divorce," I felt cheated on as I don't even remember our first time together to remember what he said.

"I don't even remember our time together ?" I said in frustration after he refused to give me what I wanted.

"After we got married, I went to your room. We extensively talked about it, and after the third and fourth night together, we connected" This was the first time I noticed the Professor could blush from embarrassment as he says those words, unconsciously his cheeks became red.

I was a little embarrassed to ask this next question, but we were medical students I was used to it, "how many times did we have intercourse ?"

"four or five times," He says dismissively. "The last time we did, you disappeared, and your father kicked me out,"

I didn't know how I was supposed to react. So I went into shock. I shook my head. "I don't remember." I tried to recognize the memory, but nothing seemed to ring a bell.

So far, I knew only four things about the Professor. He was a professor, he is Mellisa's brother. I am married to him, actually married, and he doesn't believe in divorce.

Now I truly knew the meaning of "till death do us part." The Professor wasn't a bad guy, but I wasn't in love with him, and I didn't want to be married to him. I didn't know him well enough to be married to him. He was a sweet guy, but I knew nothing about him. And not like with Elian, my relationship with the Professor seemed more forced than an arranged marriage.

"What's your favourite colour?" The Professor asked out of nowhere.

He was trying to get us familiar with each other, so I gave him a chance,

"Black," I answered, not looking at him. "What's your favourite animal?"

"I like cats," The Professor admitted.

He seemed to be trying to refresh my memory by asking each other questions back and forth. Something had clicked between us that made me want to marry him. But so far I found that there was nothing in common between us. He was a doctor, a professor. I was the person that failed his class.

How can I not fail in this relationship?

"Cats?" I asked as I could look at him. "You like cats?" I raised an eyebrow.

The Professor smiled at me and nodded. He was sitting on a white chair. He leaned back into the chair and crossed his legs, trying to get comfortable.

"What's wrong with cats?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I guess I can see you as a lion person." I smiled slightly.

He roared in my face imitating a lion; I unconsciously started laughing. He seemed like a fun guy to be around with; he seemed more of a friend than that scary Professor who failed me.

"You don't like cats?" He raised an eyebrow.

I shook my head. "Not really, I am actually really scared of them," I admitted. "I'm more of a dog person."

"Do you have a dog?" He asked.

I shook my head again. "I tend to kill everything I touch."

The Professor's smile didn't falter. "I'll have to remember that for later on."

"I do tend to kill things – especially moods." I nodded my head as I said this. "Like now, why did you agree to marry the girl who married your brother in law."

"It's simple," He stated shrugging. "I just –"

Someone entered the shop, stopping the Professor from finishing his sentence.

Standing there beside the door, looking like she would almost want to kill me was my Aunt Seren.

"Aunt Seren ?" I questioned in astonishment.

"What is this ?" She started angrily, "Is this what we raised you to be?" She further complains, "Is this how you abuse the trust we gave you" She continues before the professor stops her.

"I am sorry for the intrusion," The professor spoke first, "But nothing is going on here, except a conversation between a husband and his wife." He says as I could see the astonishment in my aunt's facial expression as she looked at me.