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28. Revelation.

  • 27 Sep, 2025

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Saim went to his room early in the morning. He knew Reema wouldn't know when he had come back at night. And as he expected, she was asleep. She never waited for him the way Aina did. He always compared them both, and every time he realized Reema's love could not even touch his heart, while Aina's love always skipped his heartbeat. But again, if Aina truly loved him, then she wouldn't have thought about divorcing him and marrying someone else. His heart always screamed that she was innocent, but his mind and eyes denied it. He would never question her character, but her past mistakes made her a culprit. She had drugged him, she had made everyone believe that they had slept together-then how could he believe her now?

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