The night was calm and still on the island, the gentle rustling of the palm leaves and the distant sound of waves creating a serene backdrop. However, there was an undercurrent of tension among the women. Layla, having exhausted herself from her memory recovery efforts, had retired early to bed. This provided the perfect opportunity for the other wives to convene under the guidance of Nefertari.
Nefertari had been harboring suspicions for a while, and now she felt it was time to share her thoughts with the others. As they gathered around the campfire, the flames casting flickering shadows on their faces, she began to speak.
"Thank you all for coming. I know it's late, but we need to discuss something important about Layla," Nefertari started, her voice steady but filled with an underlying urgency.
