All Chapters of A heart bleeding with love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

She wished she could become a little girl again. Scraped knees healed faster than broken hearts. From this moment on, she was a completely different woman. A woman who had nothing in common with that weak, broken, defeated girl. She would draw her strength from her weakness and her shattered heart. She would no longer allow herself to be carried wherever the wind wanted while she stood there helpless and silent. From tonight onward, she was another woman. She would do whatever she could to bury the past behind her. And she would also bury that peaceful, weak version of herself, allowing another woman to take her place. A stronger woman, forged by everything she had endured. A human being is born again after surviving a night they once thought they would never make it through. After tears and questions that never received answers. After doubting themselves and everything around them in a moment of helplessness, unable to believe what had happened and completely overwhelmed

“Seriously? You actually believe what you're saying? What do you mean, ‘fix what he ruined’? If he wanted to fix anything, he wouldn't have done this in the first place. And then he ran away... If only I could get my hands on him.” The veins in Murad's neck stood out with anger, as though his blood had turned into volcanic lava erupting beneath his skin. His rigid face became a portrait of conflicting emotions—raging fury mixed with the helplessness eating away at his soul. He shook his foot nervously, tapping it lightly but rhythmically against the floor, each movement reflecting an inner turmoil that was almost more than he could bear. His eyes held all the fury he couldn't extinguish, shooting toward Ibrahim as though they could pierce straight through his defenses. With every word that left his mouth, his voice grew louder, as though his anger needed to be heard in order to be understood. “Nader is waiting for the chance to humiliate her and make her pay for rejecting him!

His steps were heavy, as though his feet were digging into the ground. He walked toward the window, clasping his hands behind his back, his chest rising and falling with restless breaths. He stopped there for a moment. His eyes looked through the fogged glass toward the street. The movement of cars outside reflected the noise of the world, but none of it could penetrate the room, which seemed trapped beneath the weight of its atmosphere. In a low, hoarse voice, as though he were speaking more to himself than to Ibrahim, he said: “She isn't a game, Ibrahim. She isn't something we can place on one side of a scale and then weigh against another. Radwa is broken. Everything inside her has been shattered. And no matter how hard we try to fix it... we won't be able to.” Ibrahim opened his mouth to answer. But Murad suddenly turned around, his eyes shining with seriousness. “And what about me? Why would I do that? Why would I marry her? That's not a solution. It's making the crisis

❈-❈-❈ She stepped out of the bathroom after changing into something light—a blue cotton pajama set. She stood before the mirror, brushing her hair, but the moment the brush touched her scalp, a horrible pain shot through her, a pain she had not felt beneath the water. Apparently, her mother had been determined to pull every strand of hair from her head. Unable to continue brushing it, she simply left it as it was and walked toward her wardrobe. She opened it quietly, then began looking through her clothes—her old clothes. Whenever she had come to her father's house to spend a couple of nights during the three years of her marriage, she had always left a few outfits behind so she would have something to wear whenever she visited. And since she had refused to take any of her clothes from the wardrobe in her marital apartment—she did not want anything reminding her of him, not even her own clothes—she would have to wear those old ones for now, until she could buy new ones.

She had not changed in the four years that had passed. She teased her playfully: "There you go with 'what the hell' again! Didn't we agree to stop cursing at the days Allah gives us?" There was no response. Rania could hear nothing but her breathing. She called out in confusion: "Esraa? Can you hear me? Girl, where did you go?" "I swear I can't believe this! I missed you so much, Rania. Where have you been all this time? And what made you remember me now? I seriously can't process this!" Rania smiled bitterly. "It's a very long story. I'll tell you when I see you. You can't imagine how much I missed you. I want to see you!" "Are you still in Alexandria? I thought you had traveled somewhere or something." "I'm still in Alexandria. Are you still living at the same address, or did you move? And you're not married, are you?" Esraa laughed, still unable to believe what she was hearing. "No, I'm not married. We're still at the same address. Where else would we go