Malak received a message on her phone. Her eyes paused on the screen for a brief moment before she read the words that appeared before her.
"Your fiancé is cheating on you… if you want to be sure, I will send you his location so you can see it with your own eyes."
Her expression did not change. She kept staring at the screen deeply, as if searching for something beyond the words themselves. Then she lifted her head calmly, as if nothing had happened, and resumed the conversation as normal.
Lin, beside her, asked with curiosity,
"Is something wrong?"
Malak shrugged lightly and replied coldly,
"No… just a stupid prank."
Sara smiled, leaning slightly closer, her tone warm and gentle.
"You look stressed and pale… it's normal after everything that happened. New job, sudden changes… you need to rest a little."
She paused for a moment, then added with a softer smile,
"But it's good that we're together… it might make this new environment easier for us."
At that moment, Lin leaned lightly against Malak's shoulder and said excitedly,
"Exactly! And don't forget, our department is one of the best, and the manager is really understanding and kind. If you ever need time off, or even just a break, he won't refuse."
Then she winked playfully and added,
"And on top of all that… you have me. We're friends now, right?"
Malak laughed… while her mind drifted far away.
In his office, Dari was immersed in his own world, a world of approvals and the overwhelming amount of work piled across his desk. He did not lift his gaze as he asked,
"Did she receive it?"
The secretary answered steadily,
"Yes, it was delivered."
A brief silence followed, heavy with something unseen.
Dari leaned back, resting against his chair, before speaking in a cold tone that carried no hesitation.
"Did you tell her that her fiancé… the love of her life… is cheating on her? And that when she finds out… something inside her will break beyond repair?"
"Don't worry, sir… it has been handled."
Elsewhere, Malak tried to call her fiancé, Anas, but the line was busy, so she sent a short message.
"Where are you?"
Minutes later, a reply came.
"At home with my father."
She paused briefly, then typed,
"Can we see each other tomorrow?"
The response came colder than she expected.
"I'll see… I already promised my friend."
She kept staring at the screen for a long time… longer than she should have. No clear reaction.
Yet something subtle began to creep inside her.
This was not the first spark.
She herself could no longer remember the last time they had met… as if she had never been engaged at all.
As if she was the only one living in this relationship.
The next morning, Dari was signing documents calmly. When the secretary said,
"She didn't respond,"
he lifted his coffee cup, taking a slow sip, before replying coldly,
"Send her the location… in time."
A faint, mocking smile formed on his lips… as if the entire matter was nothing more than a calculated game.
At the workplace, Malak stood by the coffee machine, waiting for her cup to fill, while the sound of the machine filled the space around her. She passed her hand over her tired eyes, lightly rubbing her lashes as if trying to push away the sleep that had not left her.
Lin asked enthusiastically, leaning slightly closer,
"So? Have you decided? Are you coming out with us today or not? It's Thursday!"
Malak hesitated for a moment, her eyes still on the cup, then said,
"Let me think… I might have plans… but I'm not sure."
At that moment, Walaa joined them, lowering her voice as she glanced around before speaking,
"Did you hear? They say after the accident… he doesn't remember anything from the recent period."
Lin raised a brow in surprise.
"Who?"
Walaa answered more quietly,
"Dari."
Lin's eyes widened.
"Six whole months?"
Walaa nodded.
"Yes… they say it completely disappeared."
But Malak was not truly listening.
Her phone vibrated.
She looked at it.
A new message.
"Today I will send you the location… get ready to see the truth."
She froze.
For just a second.
Yet everything inside her went still.
Even the sound of the coffee machine… vanished.
Even the voices around her… faded.
Nothing remained.
Except that sentence.
She lifted her head calmly, as if nothing had happened, and said,
"Excuse me… I have work."
And left.
But her steps moved on their own…
While her mind remained trapped there.
With that message.
She stopped in front of the hotel.
Stepped out of the car.
Walked inside with steady steps.
She approached the reception and gave the reservation number, saying confidently,
"I have a reservation under my husband's name, Anas Alhamdyan… in this room. I came early to prepare a surprise. I need the access card."
The receptionist looked at the computer screen, then said professionally,
"Yes, the reservation exists…"
She hesitated, before adding,
"But the guest is currently in the room."
Malak paused.
For a second.
Something inside her tightened sharply.
Yet she did not let it show.
She lifted her gaze and said calmly,
"I'm his wife."
The receptionist exchanged a quick glance with her colleague, then said cautiously,
"Sorry… we need confirmation from the guest himself—"
"Is there a problem?"
Her voice cut through the moment.
The manager had already turned from his place after catching the name while speaking with another client. He ended the conversation quickly, then approached them with calm yet decisive steps.
He glanced at the screen.
Then at her.
A brief silence passed.
Then he said quietly,
"It's fine… give her the access card."
The receptionist hesitated.
But complied.
Handing it to her.
She did not know…
That the hotel belonged to the group.
And that this decision…
Was not random.
She took the card.
Headed to the elevator.
Stood inside…
As the numbers rose slowly.
One.
Two.
Three…
Each floor heavier than the last.
She stepped out.
The hallway was unnaturally quiet.
Her footsteps sounded louder than they should.
She stopped in front of the door.
The same number.
Silence.
Then—
A faint sound.
She froze.
Her heart did not race.
Instead—
It grew eerily calm.
She tightened her grip on her phone.
Raised her hand.
Swiped the card.
A soft click.
Then—
The door opened.
She stepped inside.
And froze.
It was him.
Her fiancé.
And another woman.
Both wearing bathrobes.
Pressed close to each other.
Their arms wrapped around one another.
An easy laughter slipping between them…
As if they had always belonged there.
A warmth that did not feel like coincidence.
Nor a fleeting moment.
But something familiar.
Repeated.
Most likely…
Not the first time.
The woman turned toward the door.
Looked at her.
Then smiled.
The same smile…
Malak saw every single day.