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Naomi sat alone in her home, her chest heavy with the pain of Anas's sudden departure. His disappearance wasn't just an absence; it was a deep wound, a scar that hadn't yet healed. She felt as though Anas had entered her life not to ease her suffering, but to complete what others had begun more heartbreak, more destruction. Sameh and Ghada had already torn her heart apart, and the nights had inflicted immense damage. Now Anas had come to deliver the final blow, one she never expected from a man she loved. She had always placed great trust in him, but a dream had been extinguished before it could see the light. On a dark night, as depression enveloped her, there was a soft knock on her door. She opened it to find Nelly standing there. Nelly and Naomi, two girls bound by childhood memories and a deep friendship, shared pain, sorrow, and wounds they hadn't chosen, as if their destinies were intertwined. Nelly stood facing Naomi, her face pale, her eyes trembling with something unspoken.

The next morning, Adel stood in front of Nelly and Naomi’s house as if facing a destiny about to unfold. He wore his full elegance, looking as though he had stepped out of an oil painting by a perfectionist artist; a neatly tied tie, a coat flowing confidently over his shoulders, and a gaze carrying both hesitation and determination. He raised his hand and gently rang the doorbell, a soft note preceding a grand symphony.Naomi opened the door. Her features suggested she had awakened with the intention to go out even before the world itself had risen, as if she had been waiting for something whose name she did not know. The two exchanged a brief glance, and Adel smiled, asking in a low, almost whispering voice:“Do you need anything from the city?”Naomi replied, fixing the strands of hair that had fallen over her shoulders:“I was planning to go out…”They left together, while Nelly remained alone in the house,

The evening of the long-awaitedday arrived,and the city lights bathed the waters of the Ismailia Canal in their golden glow, as if celebrating the new love that had blossomed in the hearts of Naomi and Adel. The hall prepared for the celebration was adorned with white roses and golden sparkle, every corner radiating joy, as if it itself were breathing happiness.Naomi entered the hall in a simple yet elegant white dress, her hair cascading over her shoulders like soft waves, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and shyness, as if she were gazing upon a new world unfolding in her hands. Beside her, Nelly wore a pink dress, her eyes shining with support and love, as if sharing her friend’s long-awaited dream—the dream that had given birth to this magical moment.Adel stood at the aisle, clad in a black suit befitting his elegance, a smile never leaving his face, his eyes searching for Naomi among the guests. When their eyes met, the

Nelly sat alone in her room, surrounded by a silence that resembled the void left behind after a great collapse.She was thinking about Naomi… about Adel… about her life suspended in a home that did not fully belong to her, and about the child growing in her womb day after day—until she felt her belly was on the verge of revealing its secret to the world.She asked herself in trembling uncertainty:What will I tell Adel?Perhaps Naomi had managed to hide the truth from him, and perhaps he would believe that the child was his… the child of a new love.But I… what will I say? What will I do when the truth comes out?These questions haunted her, circling through her mind like overlapping voices that would not rest, until—after long, tormented thinking—an evil idea surfaced within her…A thought that sparked like a dark flame in the shadow of her troubled soul.She began tying th

The days passed over Nelly, and each day unfolded like a new canvas of planning and seduction. She tried to draw closer and closer to Adel, turning him into a captive in her hands, a lover unable to resist her charm or her commands. She spoke to him in soft whispers, lured him with subtle movements, approaching and withdrawing like a perfectly choreographed dance between desire and deception.As for Naomi, she chose to step back, giving them space while her eyes silently observed every movement, every word—like a quiet watcher analyzing the details until she could be sure: was what she felt mere suspicion, or was a truth slowly revealing itself before her? Doubt began to creep into her heart after she saw Nelly use every moment, every situation, to win Adel over and draw closer to him, planting, little by little, the seeds of betrayal in Naomi’s chest.On the first day, after a relationship born in secrecy—somewhere between lust and love, between desi