Todos os capítulos de A heart bleeding with love: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

"The sea is beautiful, isn't it? And the weather is lovely." "Yeah." During the time they spent sitting in silence, they were only silent on the outside. Inside, both of them were consumed by a storm of noise. She was trying to gather enough courage to speak, to tell him that he had done enough and that she was grateful, but she did not want to burden him with her again. She wanted to free him from the weight of carrying her. Meanwhile, he wanted to tell her about his decision. But the conversation felt heavy. The words had suddenly abandoned him. It truly was a difficult matter. Silence fell for the third time. This time, she broke it by finally standing up, intending to go inside. She did not ask why he was dressed to go out or whether he was heading to the company. She simply said a few quiet words before disappearing from his sight, leaving behind nothing but the trace of her footsteps in the sand. "Excuse me, I want to sleep." He understood then th

❈-❈-❈ After a session that lasted for more than two hours, during which Rania told them everything and finally let out everything she had been keeping buried inside, Israa and her mother listened to her intently. They were deeply affected by everything they heard. Israa even cried when Rania broke down while recounting the moment Mahmoud betrayed her—the moment she found him in their bedroom, in their bed, with another woman. Even remembering it now made her want to cry. It still hurt terribly. Innaam exclaimed sadly, "Oh, sweetheart... all of this happened to you, and you carried it all inside without telling anyone?" Her sobs grew louder as she answered, "I didn't have anyone to talk to, Aunt Innaam. I reached a point where I forgot how to open up or let out what I was feeling. I lived through the worst three years of my life. He cheated on me more times than I can count, and I always knew and stayed silent because I didn't want to destroy my home... and because I wanted to r

... She tried to ease the burden by writing down everything she felt, emptying her emotions onto paper as she used to whenever she was sad or happy. But the attempt failed. As she had said before, it was like trying to stuff the sea into a tiny bottle. There were no words. She became convinced that some things simply could not be written. They remained lodged in your throat until they suffocated you, making you feel as though your soul might leave your body at any moment. She would never forget it. She would never forget that night—the night she aged years beyond her actual age, the night she matured because of how deeply the pain had burrowed into her soul, leaving behind a scar that would never disappear. A mark that would remind her of the past whenever she allowed herself to forget. She was pulled from her thoughts by a soft knock on the door, followed by Murad's voice. "Radwa, get ready. We'll be leaving in half an hour." "Okay." Less than half an hour later, she stood

"What's wrong with you? Where did you get all this coldness from? You're going to drive me crazy!" Rania exhaled impatiently. "What's wrong, Mom?" "What's wrong, Mom?! You act like you couldn't wait to get divorced so you could go around doing whatever you want with your hair! You're staying out until midnight, I don't know where you've been, and you come home looking like this as if you're still a little girl..." Rania cut her off. "But I am still young. Am I old?" "Shame on you! Honestly, shame on you! Anyone who sees you like this, what do you think they'll say about you? You threw away your son and got divorced just so you could run around fixing your hair and come and go whenever you please, as though nobody has any say over you..." Rania replied with a calmness that only fueled her mother's anger. "Let them talk. People are going to talk anyway. Whether I stay married, get divorced, get married again, or even die, they'll talk. They talk about the dead in their

. Her mother hugged her tightly, as though she had been gone for a year or more rather than a single week. Thankfully, she didn't notice the pallor of her face or the exhaustion written across her features. She didn't sit with them. Instead, she excused herself and went upstairs to their apartment. She wanted the safety of her room. She wanted to sleep. To sleep deeply. Nothing but sleep. ❈-❈-❈ The following day, Rania went with Israa to the sports club after they had lunch at Rania's house. They had then headed down to the club to meet the rest of her old friends. She walked along the track nervously, unsure why she felt so tense. She was nervous about seeing them after all these years. Of course, they would ask where she had disappeared to and what had happened to her. She certainly didn't want to tell them anything. She didn't want to remember the past. She had closed that chapter completely, and even the slightest mention of it irritated and anger