At this, Layla's face twists with jealousy and rage. "Malik Why are you doing this to me?" she screams, her hands clenching into fists. "I'm your wife! You should be helping me!"
Malik doesn't respond, his attention still fixed on Robin's battered form.
Layla's voice rises to a hysterical pitch as she continues her tirade.
"You're cheating on me, aren't you?" she accuses, her eyes wild. "With _her_! This... this witch!. I don't understand how you could do this to me, Malik. Your supposed to be my husband, damn it!"
Malik finally turns his gaze to Layla, his expression unreadable. "You're the one who doesn't understand, Layla," he says, his voice deceptively calm.
"But I shouldn't really have expected better from you. I gave you too much leway and now look where it's gotten you."
Layla's mouth opens and closes, her words catching in her throat. "I... I don't understand," she stammers, her facade of confidence crumbling.
