chapter 41

INAYA-

I couldn't breathe.

For a very long time, I thought only phobia would make me suffocate, not knowing that in my life I will live worst situations than a panic attack.

Take a trust attack as an example.

My vision was so blurry and the voices were fading around me, all I wanted was someone to lean on.

In that terrible state, which was caused by that husband of mine's confession, the only person I still wanted to lean on and wholeheartedly trusted was actually him, this husband of mine.

I hate feelings, I don't know if such hatred should be logical or explained but I sincerely hate feelings, I hate how we can't control them and how contradictory they make us.

In my blurry state, I was held by strong arms which felt like a sponge though, my name was constantly called, and the typical Algerian Hamza brought a bottle of water with the speed of the light and was in the process of flashing my face with water when I finally had my full consciousness back.

I was sitting on a sofa.

The fir