For six months, I let my fiancé and his family mock me in Arabic, thinking I was just some naive American girl who didn’t understand anything. They had no idea I was fluent in Arabic!

That was the moment I decided not to confront them yet. I wanted the perfect moment — one they’d never forget.

That moment came during our engagement dinner — a grand celebration with fifty guests, his entire family, and both of our parents.

Everything sparkled — golden lights, crisp linens, and soft music. Rami’s mother stood up to toast in Arabic, offering what sounded like compliments but were really insults. “We’re happy he found someone simple. She won’t challenge him much.”

The table laughed.

Rami leaned toward me, whispering, “They’re just being nice.”

I smiled sweetly. “Oh, I’m sure they are.”

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