The days that followed that morning felt like walking on the edge of a blade, a sharp blade that didn't draw blood quickly, but slowly and steadily cut into Naomi's heart, day after day, tearing the thread that bound her to Adel, erasing everything she had built with love, illusion, and fragile peace. She thought she was building a spacious home, enough for the soul of her unborn child, a home warmed by trust and love. But the threads were being cut behind her back, and the ground was being pulled out slowly and mercilessly from beneath her feet. Naomi woke up early, as she always did, prepared breakfast with meticulous care, and then went to wake Adel; the man who was always the first to wake up. She opened the bedroom door and entered to find him already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, pale, his eyes vacant as if he had spent the night in battle, not sleep. She smiled gently and said,Naomi: You woke up early today. Good morning.He raised his head and forced a smile from a he
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