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STIGMA

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LECTURAS 875
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Partes 13
Hora 1h 34m

phenomenalauthor041

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I stiffened in his arms.
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‎He noticed. Awkwardly, he pulled away.
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‎"Sorry," he said, sounding almost shy. "I can wait till you're ready."
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‎My chest tightened. I could barely look at him when I asked, "Can I please have my own separate room?"
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‎I saw the way his mood shifted. His silence said what his mouth didn't. I had hurt him. Still, he nodded.
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‎"Of course you can," he said quietly. "I'll stay in the opposite room."
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‎Guilt rose in my throat like something bitter. I swallowed hard, but it didn't go away.
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‎"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice small. How could I ask for a separate room on our first night together as a couple? What was wrong with me?
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‎"It's okay," he said with a faint smile, and then he turned and walked out.
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‎As soon as the door closed behind him, I felt the silence crawl back in. It wrapped itself around me like smoke, thick and suffocating.
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‎For reasons I didn't fully understand, his touch had pulled something loose in me, memories I'd long buried beneath years of healing and distractions.
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‎I could feel my biological mother's coldness in my bones. Her voice sharp like broken glass. Her love, if it ever existed, was measured in cruelty. I had grown up under the weight of her rejection, bullied, maltreated, unloved. And worse.
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‎There were things I never spoke about. Things that lived in shadows.
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‎Things I tried to forget, but that came rushing back when a hand touched my skin for too long... even if it meant no harm.
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‎It wasn't just the loneliness or the bruises. There were nights I still couldn't explain, and memories that made my stomach twist when I let them surface.
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‎It was a cruel world, and I had learned early not to expect softness.
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‎But then came my stepmom. A woman who should have felt like a stranger, but instead gave me warmth I had never known. She loved me with ease. She made peace feel possible.
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‎She helped me believe that happinesTodos los derechos reservados

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Piece of my heart

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. Takes a deep breath