When Hamza suggested that he will take me home, He chose not to go through formalities such as waiting for my approval... Which, honestly speaking, wouldn't have been obtained in my case, thereby he as well skipped the step of insisting to take me in his car despite my continuous rejections, since a businessman has such a big insight and appreciates his time and effort, He simply said he'll take me and that was definite already.I haven't even opened my mouth yet when he called his secretary and canceled his schedule for the day, And by the passing insisted,"check with the employees who had accompanied me to the clinic today and make sure no unnecessary words are spread by them"After he finished talking through the phone he looked at me again and asked,"do you need me to send someone to bring your bag and coat for you?""No need for that.. I'll go bring them myself, and I need to take a leave for the afternoon as well"Initially, I was going to refuse to go with him, And since I

I did all my doctor's checks all alone as if my son didn't have a father, whenever I called him he never answered and I will always be transferred to his secretary.Since he never asked and I never had the chance to speak, he never knew that my pregnancy was in a weak condition and I needed to be very careful, things like stress and physical traumas were taboo for me.I was doing my all for my son alone until one fateful day I was lying on the bed reading a magazine, I found my husband's picture on it... He was with Lydia.The picture was taken on some occasion that I didn't know about, they were standing together smiling and the article's big title was "should we expect the upcoming marriage of the prince of the Filladi empire?"Such articles would usually start to mention all the small details and events that happened and of course led to such assumptions, and that is exactly what was written in the magazine.The Several meetings they both had that I had no idea about... Some passing

INAYA - Although I was a bit worried about Hamza, I still didn't contact him, I believed that grandmother of mine would surely call if ever something happened or even if she had news to gossip about because that lady was more of a journalist than I ever was.Trusting my grandmother's total incapability of keeping to herself, I threw all Hamza's matter to the back of my head.That is until something came up, And the only one I thought of seeking help from was Hamza.I was working on a certain report about a foreign company when the name of one of the mentioned lawyers was awfully familiar.The old 60-something famous lawyer had Algerian origins although he was a French citizen by nationality. He was so successful that his namely big company hired him for a scandalous trading case and they won it effortlessly.What caught my attention though was not his phenomenon success record, but his picture, and his name. I saw that man before, he was the man who my mother married after my father'

"I was on a business trip out of the country, I couldn't come earlier, I flew as soon as you called," Hamza said."what! You were not in the country!!" I shouted.He nodded as if it was a matter of fact that needed no question and no surprise.I just couldn't believe that man!"Hamza, did you come back just because I called you?" I asked both taken aback and burdened."Yes""you could have just told me you were not in the country! I would have spoken with you in the phone,""I didn't come because of you Inaya, don't get that wrong" he soon interrupted me.He leaned on his desk, closed his eyes, and while exhaling he said,"ever since the accident, I started to have this terror, And this regret, I have to keep an eye on you all the time and I have to come as soon as possible when you need me to, I have to do that or else I'll go crazy"Hearing those words from the man who never cared about anything I really felt sad.I know all about uncontrollable terror.In the past years, I never wo

"why would you change your clothes?" I asked displeased.He looked at me mischievously and replied like a fox,"do you want me to sleep in my suit?"That shameless man started to undress right after he finished saying this!I ran out of the room right away feeling weird.Such a strange reaction of mine can only be explained by the fact that I had treated and considered that man as a stranger, it is both inconvenient and shameful to argue with a stranger while watching him getting naked.While slamming shut my room's door and cursing him inside my heart, I had already started imagining the scenario from three years earlier repeating itself, Hamza forcing himself into my life.back then it took me about two months to recover from my miscarriage and the additional injuries, by the time I left the hospital I was already fired from my recent job, The scars on my thighs were permanent and the possibility of me getting pregnant again was weaker, pretty much everything was ruined.So many psy