Chapter 152
Chapter 152:
This time with him by my side as he cuddled cutely, settling comfortably on the crook of my shoulder and sharing my pillow as slumber took over.
“I love you, Remy… always,” I whispered, knowing he was already off to dreamland and couldn’t hear me.
I woke up sometime after midnight to find that Ghazi was gone. His side of the bed was cold, meaning he had woken up and left me—probably hours ago. And here I was, still expected to love him, while he was likely off fetching his ex from his uncles’ grasp.
God… why do I keep doing this to myself? The familiar ache in my chest forced me to get up. My eyes welled up, and I felt tears trickling down my cheeks. “Fuck…” I cursed, feeling stupid as I grabbed fresh tissues to dry my tears and blow my nose. Not exactly the beautiful image Ghazi paints of me. I felt pathetic—sad, with bleary eyes and a runny red nose from too much crying.
Eventually, I forced myself to get up and head to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face to toughen myself up.
This wasn’t the first time—I’d been through worse and survived. So what if Ghazi still loved Oscar, and his ex still loved him too? I loved Ghazi, and I knew he loved me.
This time, I wasn’t going to give up on my love so easily.
But then, doubt crept in, and my nerves tightened.
This was starting to feel like Leland all over again.
After an hour of pondering, I felt ready to try to get some sleep again. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, but just as I was about to take a sip, I heard sounds coming from the guest bedroom.
“Um… hey Remy, it’s me. Ghazi is still in there with the doctor. We got Oscar p>
When Zal walked toward the kitchen, my heart sank.
This was it. I didn’t even need to notice Zal’s bloodied clothes to know things weren’t okay. And here I was, feeling sorry for myself, while someone was literally fighting for their life.
“How’s Oscar? Is Ghazi okay?” I asked, already dreading the answer.
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“Oscar is sedated. Ghazi has a few bruises; he’ll be fine. So, um… I should go, there’s stuff to take care of p>
“Oh, okay p>
Zal didn’t stay to chat; he was out the door within seconds. And I was left standing in the kitchen, still holding my glass of water like a fool.
What now? Do I wait for Ghazi? Do I go back to the bedroom? Do I check on his ex?
Not feeling bold enough to check on his ex, I decided to go back to our bedroom and wait for Ghazi. I waited… and waited… and waited, until I finally fell asleep sometime after four in the morning.
When morning came, I was pleasantly surprised to find Ghazi’s arm wrapped around my middle. I sighed in contentment before I turned around to face him and snuggled closer to his side.
“Hmmm… morning, I’m sorry if I woke you up last night.” Ghazi kissed the top of my head, his eyes still closed. For original chapters go to.net
“Morning, go back to sleep. You barely slept last night,” I told him, and he must have been so tired that he just hummed and closed his eyes again, snoring adorably after I kissed his temple. I moved to the bathroom to empty my bladder.
“Ghazi?” A voice traveled from the guest bedroom as I walked toward the kitchen to make my morning coffee.
I sighed, knowing that I had to cater to his ex since Ghazi was still sleeping. My conscience wouldn’t let me ignore the guy. So, I took a deep breath and prepared myself to confront the person I would need to fight for Ghazi’s affection.