Shadows of enmity

PART 3

As I lay beside Mohammed, my gaze lingers on the contours of his face, illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. His features are a study in rugged masculinity, each line and angle etched with a quiet strength that belies the gentleness in his eyes. His jawline is chiseled, casting a shadow against his olive-toned skin, while a faint stubble graces his cheeks, adding to the allure of his rugged charm.

As I lay beside Mohammed, my mind becomes a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts, each one clamoring for attention like voices in a crowded room. The memory of Hafsa, with her piercing gaze and cutting words, looms large in the recesses of my consciousness, a specter from a past I thought I had left behind. The sight of the blue envelope, its contents baggage of uncertainty and fear, sends a shiver down my spine, igniting a storm of doubt and anxiety within me. My brain revisits events of the past the memories banging and shattering the walls i put up to shelter my brain from paranoia.

I try to push the thoughts away, to ignore the insistent voice in my head, but it's no use. The temptation to check his phone grows stronger with each passing moment, like a siren song calling out to me in the darkness. Trust?....Trust? I valued trust. Trust was the firm foundation of Mohammed and i's relationship if i checked his phone i would be breaking his trust and that would crush him. What kind of girlfriend would i be? I bite my lip a futile attempt to silence the torrent of thoughts raging within me. But the harder I try to push them away, the louder they become,

With a trembling hand, I give in to the relentless pull of temptation and reach for Mohammed's phone. The device feels heavy in my grasp, a tangible symbol of the deceit lurking in the shadows of our relationship.I groan as I unlock the screen, my heart pounding in my chest with a mixture of dread and anticipation. Shock shatters my lungs as I see the name that sends a chill down my spine—Hafsa. For a moment, time stands still as I stare at the screen, my mind reeling with a flurry of emotions. Anger, fear, betrayal.

I thought it was Marius....I thought he had no contact with her...i thought he would never lie to me...With trembling fingers, I scroll through the messages, each word a dagger to my already wounded heart. The lies, the secrets—they pile up like bricks in a wall, sealing off any hope of reconciliation. How could he do this to me? How could he betray everything we shared for the sake of a past that should have remained buried? They were arranging to meetup she named a time and a place. And then thats when Hafsa's message burned like acid in my mind, igniting a firestorm of rage and betrayal. With each word, her venomous intent became clear—she wanted to meet Mohammed, and she wanted it to happen now. I wasted no time, fury fueling every movement as I stormed out of the house and into my car.

The engine roared to life beneath me as I peeled out of the driveway, the tires screeching against the pavement in my haste. My hands clenched the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip as I navigated the familiar streets, each turn bringing me closer to the place where my worst fears threatened to become reality....