He scrolled through the screen, his expression changing as he found a message I had not managed to delete.
It was brief.
If you need help, call me. You and Lina will not be alone.
Khalid read it twice.
Then he looked at me.
“Have you been telling people lies about me?”
“No.”
“Don’t insult my intelligence.”
“I haven’t told anyone anything that isn’t true.”
The room became very quiet.
For a moment, I saw the man I had married, the one who used to bring me books and wait outside the hospital. I searched his face for some trace of that person.
Instead, I saw anger turning into calculation.
“You think you can take my daughter away from me?” he asked.
“I think Lina deserves to feel safe.”
His expression hardened.
“You have no idea what you’re doing.”
He threw the phone onto the sofa.
“You have a good home. You have money. You have a husband who provides everything you need. Do you know how many women would be grateful for your life?”
