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. When they entered together for the first time, the air was filled with the scent of fresh paint. The spotless white walls seemed almost to stare back at them, waiting to hear their plans for every corner. Radwa stopped at the entrance, her eyes sweeping across the place, taking in its spaciousness, the windows, and the way sunlight filtered through them, softly covering the pale parquet floors. She smiled warmly and looked at him dreamily. "I'm so excited to make this place a little piece of us." She whispered happily as she ran her hand over the smooth wall, as though leaving an invisible mark behind. Murad stood beside her, watching the light reflect off the floor as he imagined how they would turn this empty space into a warm, living home. "And I'm excited to see a piece of us living here." She understood exactly what he meant and laughed softly. "What are you in such a hurry for?" "What am I in a hurry for? I'm dying to see a little baby—a little piece of us—in my arm

His hands trembled around the steering wheel as he quickly pulled the car over. His breathing became ragged, the air suddenly too heavy for him to draw into his lungs. His eyes were filled with a terror he had never known before. It was as though he had lost control of everything in a single moment. His thoughts raced wildly, overlapping like screams inside his head. There was blood. What on earth was happening? His hand instinctively reached toward Radwa, but his fingers hesitated, frightened that his touch would be useless against her pain. "Radwa, my love... calm down. Please, calm down." He was telling her to calm down when he was the one desperately in need of someone to calm him. He stared at her pale face, at the beads of sweat sliding down her forehead. He tried to control the trembling in his body, but his anguish was reflected clearly in his eyes. It was as though fear itself had taken physical form before him. He had never felt so helpless in his life. She wa

Murad froze. Thoughts collided inside his head. Who could have done such a thing? "Radwa didn't even know she was pregnant. How could someone do this to her? And how would they even know?" "That's what we're trying to determine. You need to look closely at the people around her and anyone she's been dealing with recently. And you need to talk to her once she wakes up." Only seconds later, Radwa's mother stormed into the room with her husband. Murad had called her earlier and briefly told her what had happened. It hadn't even been half an hour before she arrived. She hurried toward him in panic. "Murad, what happened to my Radwa? What did you do to her? Where's my daughter?" He lowered his head sorrowfully. "Radwa was pregnant... and she lost the baby." She struck her chest with a gasp of horror. "Oh God... How did this happen? Where is she now?" ❈-❈-❈ She sat on her bed in her room after returning directly from the hospital. Her face was pale, her eyes swollen with te

The light that had danced across the surfaces seemed dimmer, as though it had withdrawn shyly before the heaviness of grief. Everyone mourned Murad's sorrow. Nancy sat with one leg crossed over the other, her posture practically screaming arrogance as she watched the gloomy atmosphere that had engulfed the house ever since the news arrived. She curled her lips in annoyance and addressed Madiha, who stood at the kitchen counter preparing healthy food for Radwa. "What's with all this drama they're making? The thing wasn't even fully formed yet. It was nothing more than a little blood." Madiha glared at her angrily. "Lower your voice, Nancy. Someone might hear you." "Seriously? The whole house has turned into a funeral because Radwa miscarried. What was she going to give birth to, the savior of Jerusalem?" "And why are you so bothered? They're free to grieve. It's their child too. Listen, Nancy, eat some bread, sweetheart, and stop it. Leave them alone and come help me instead o

Fire seemed to shoot from his eyes directly at her, as though he were punishing her for a terrible crime her hands had never committed. She truly hadn't done anything. "Just one question. How could you? How did your heart allow you to do this?" She broke down in tears. "I swear to God, I don't understand what you're talking about! Please, tell me. What did I do?" He looked at her sarcastically. His gaze was cold and unstable, filled with countless questions that seemed impossible to answer. His hands moved unconsciously, as though he were trying to organize the scattered thoughts in his mind. Then that same mocking look returned to his eyes, filling the space between them. His eyelids were half-lowered, as though he were looking at an entirely different person. As though he couldn't understand how this could possibly be her. "What I can't understand is how I ever believed you. How I ever loved you when you're like this. How did you fool me? You've been pretending this whol