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On Zeina’s graduation day, Fadeela keeps spirits sky-high. But while pride soars, Sahar’s husband rains on her parade, jealous and tight-fisted, turning her joy into a tug-of-war over celebration.
The house wakes to thick silence as Fadeela bites her tongue instead of causing a scandal. Ghanem tightens the reins on Sahar, while his mother keeps adding fuel to a fire no one dares to name.
Ghanem’s rough edges don’t sit well with Sahar’s father. He tries to set the record straight, but Ghanem answers with fists, pushing his marriage to the brink.
Noor’s late-night stumble on the stairs pulls back a curtain best left closed. The house jolts awake and a secret teeters on the edge of exposure—but Zeina keeps dancing with danger…
Fadeela decides to face the music to shield Zeina... but every move has its echo. The showdown leaves ripples, and Saud starts plotting a counterstrike that could cost more than anyone expects.
Fearing exposure, Zeina urges Saud to disappear—and he does... for a while. By midnight, stubborn Saud is back at her door. What slips by once won’t slip by the second time... and the whole house feels the fallout.
Fadeela once feared Fawaz’s temper—now it rules the house. After the scandal, shame sharpens his edges and mercy goes missing. In his world, one daughter’s slip sends the whole home tumbling.
Fawaz fixes the unfixable his way: clear the house, clear the shame. One night, one deal, one celebration, and one rule—no returns... a family “package offer” where mercy is not included.
For Fawaz, damage control means three rings before rumours grow wings. He shields his daughters against scandal, but can vows outpace a tyrant, a tight fist, and a man not up to the task?
The girls’ scars deepen: Zeina watches the mask slip, Najla discovers that generosity isn’t on the menu, and Noor reads between cold shoulders. Fadeela stands powerless, while in Fawaz’s heart, regret finally knocks.
Ghanem tightens the reins on Sahar—not out of love, not even jealousy, but damage control. Noor knocks on a closed door; remorse lives inside, and so does a rule carved in stone: no daughter returns, no matter the cost.
One by one, the daughters boomerang home, dragging their disappointments behind them. Unable to bottle up her ache any longer, Fadeela finally speaks up. But some truths land heavy… and Fawaz takes the blow.
Fadeela keeps vigil by an ICU bed as her husband struggles for breath, while a restless world awaits her outside: a son losing his balance and four daughters drowning in marital turmoil…
Fadeela’s illness can’t be swept under the rug, but it’s the last thing on her mind. In the hospital corridors, Fahd and Ghanem trade blows of pride. Shattered, Ghanem storms home and strikes back—twice as hard—at Sahar.
A silent Sahar may swallow Ghanem’s sins, but Najla? She bites back, with Hind in her corner. Later, the girls visit Zeina, who’s been tiptoeing through her own home.
As Fawaz rises from his sickbed, he chooses to return to the arms that need him most. But amid the cheers and tears, one familiar face reopens what time never truly healed… the scar smiles, and the wound remembers.
Fawaz savours rare family warmth—one seat pointedly empty. Even if walls keep Zeina away, Fadeela won’t wait for permission; she’ll find the way to her. Ghanem keeps his silence, but his mum whispers storms in his ear.
A call from the police jolts Fawaz—and though he knows the full truth, he still rules against Sahar. Fadeela’s anger erupts, unaware another storm is raging elsewhere: Najla is crying out for help in her husband’s house.
The family walks into the aftermath: Fadeela learns to live with one leg, Fawaz becomes a quiet pillar holding the house together, and Sahar rallies the girls to hold tight to hope—for their mum, if not themselves.
Fadeela shuts her door on her daughters, even as their marriages crack at the seams. Zeina is pulled from Saud’s grip—but her rescue must stay buried, because some truths would set her father’s world on fire.
Ghanem’s mum keeps beating the drum of a second wife, while Sahar feels the frost in his silence. Zeina wishes she could turn back time… and Najla keeps counting every coin in Ghazi’s tight-fisted world.
The girls return to their mum’s arms, except Zeina. Fawaz feels the sting of Fahd’s silence. Longing for Ghanem, Sahar stumbles upon a moment that makes her see her beloved husband in a whole new light.
Fahd’s temper with his sisters exposes a darker side of him. As Fadeela prepares to return home, Sahar reels from one shock after another, forced to swallow the truth to protect her mum’s fragile health.
Bushra lets her tongue run a step too far in front of Fadeela. Fawaz and Hamad try to give Ghazi advice on how to deal with his wife. Saud’s knock is answered—by none other than Fadeela.
Ghanem’s new bride proves she’s no Sahar, standing up to him and his mum. Fawaz catches Fahd red-handed with a secret smoke. Hamad makes a bold move towards Noor, hoping to melt the lingering ice between them.
Fahd cooks up trouble. After his mum returns empty-handed from the in-laws' house, Ghanem plots a sly comeback through their least-favourite son-in-law. Fadeela—a mum of five—trusts her instincts when it comes to Zeina.
For Fawaz, one daughter speaking up means the whole house is out—no debate, no delay. But what comes from his once-beloved son Fahd next is something he never saw coming… a blow he won’t easily forget.
Fadeela finally bares her teeth, confronting Fawaz to defend her daughters—starting with Zeina. Meanwhile, Ghanem returns to find Sahar no longer the woman who once waited for him.
Sahar makes Ghanem face his own unfairness. Saud stays cold as his family faces a devastating loss. Fawaz looks back at happier days—now a reminder of everything he ruined… and lost.
After Fawaz crumbles in front of everyone, Fadeela rallies the family—“what Fawaz ruins, Fadeela repairs”. She brands it as “a girls’ mistake”, but some mistakes aren’t choices… they’re destiny.
