All Chapters of A heart bleeding with love: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

She smiled shyly, biting the insides of her cheeks beneath the boldness of his gaze. He was practically piercing through her with his eyes, studying her the way one might admire a precious, priceless painting. The dress outlined her beautifully. She looked like a delicate princess, as delicate as she herself preferred to be. In truth, the dress suited her rather than the other way around. Her appearance was delicate in a strangely effortless, almost accidental way, leaving soft traces of tenderness wherever she went. For the first time, he noticed that she possessed perhaps the gentlest, purest, most childlike features on earth. His smile widened as he admired her appearance, which seemed as radiant as a holiday morning. He did not need to say a word. His reactions said everything. She laughed shyly, her cheeks taking on a faint blush. Her cheeks now looked like two pieces of marshmallow rather than cheeks. She twirled around and asked: “Well? What do you think?” She ha

. Rania's sharp expressions made her look as though she were preparing to deliver a long lecture, but instead, she chose to whisper to Esraa, as though afraid someone might hear her. Her whisper carried unmistakable disapproval: “Is this normal? We're going to a man's house when he lives alone? What is this? Where are our manners?” Embarrassment was written all over Esraa's face as she tried unsuccessfully to calm her friend. Her reply came in a hushed but irritated voice, trying to sound as reasonable as possible: “Don't exaggerate, Rania. It's only half an hour. We're just going to check on him. We couldn't exactly leave them there, could we? That's not right. And besides, is he going to eat us? Can't you see how badly the guy is beaten up?” Rania raised her eyebrows sharply, refusing to let go of her objection. “Fine, but we don't have to go to his house with him! And besides, who told him to act like some superhero and pick a fight?” Esraa, who was beginning to lose her p

Her own eyes were nervous, her lashes fluttering chaotically. His gaze remained fixed on her as though his eyelids had forgotten how to blink. He devoured her face with his eyes. That same mysterious force inside him pushed him to keep looking at her longer, wondering what was so special about her that she drew him toward her like a hypnotized man without even trying—and without even realizing she was doing it. He swore there was something wrong. Something wrong... And dangerous. He was on the verge of drowning. She cleared her throat and freed herself from his hold, speaking hesitantly: “Thank you. I didn't notice.” Her quiet, nervous voice snapped him out of his trance. He smiled despite himself and said in his smooth, warm voice: “Don't mention it. Just be careful next time. You were about to fall.” Damn it. He had seen her trying to treat her ridiculous phobia. No—she was the ridiculous one. What on earth had she been thinking? Where had her mind gone? “I... I a

“Me? I'm the one who destroyed her? Me, Hamdy? What did I do? All of this because I wanted her to protect her home and her son? To be a sensible woman who knew how to preserve her husband and her marriage?” “Yes, you! Your words—the ones you kept using to hurt her when she was already on the verge of breaking because she kept everything bottled up and stayed silent. She used to come to you beaten, with her eyes swollen shut, and you would hide it from me. You wouldn't even tell me she had come home upset. And on top of that, you warned her not to tell me!” She defended herself shamelessly: “So what? What's wrong with that? Is she the first or last woman to have a disagreement with her husband, argue a little, and get hit?” “He hit her. He beat her while her father was still alive and standing right there! He had no right. Yes, I had every right to protect her, especially when he found someone who would give her two words of advice and send her right back to him, telling him to car

Another week passed, and she lived relatively peacefully. Especially after the argument between her parents because of her. Her mother had distanced herself from her a little, and perhaps that was for the best. She no longer talked to her much about the divorce. Occasionally, she would throw a few bitter comments into the middle of an ordinary conversation, but that was all. As for her father, he continued to be her support. He always encouraged her and reassured her that she was on the right path as long as she was enjoying herself and felt happy. She woke up early that morning because it was the day of the graduation ceremony for Esraa, Salma, and Mazen. They were all in the same class at the same university—the Faculty of Arts. She woke up unusually energetic despite having gone to bed late the previous night. She had spent the entire previous day with Esraa, shopping and buying the clothes Esraa would wear to the ceremony. Rania had also bought herself a delicate olive