Deceived; Chapter 35

"I'm sorry"

"Please forgive me"

"Ghaneya"

"Please answer me!!!"

"How many times do I have to apologize?"

"I'm so sorry!!!"

"Forgive me, PLEASE"

My eyes, frozen on the iPhone screen, were unable to move.

My mind, incapable of thinking about anything else, was set on this particular conversation, providing me with all different types of replies.

My heart, incompetent of forgiving, began to race.

I didn't know what to do.

I wish it was that easy to accept apologies, but it's not.

What Munya did was unbelievable, and I just don't think she deserves my friendship anymore.

Although, sometimes, people learn from their mistakes, and if they're not forgiven, they grieve over them and refuse to move on.

Few minutes later, my incompetent heart transformed to a heart filled with determination.

"I'm willing to forget our past. Don't worry about it." I replied to her.

"Really?! Thank you so much, Ghaneya!!!" she answered instantly.

I was satisfied and happy, however, my mind swiftly laid on Fouad's situation, suddenly.

After that moment, when Hessa showed me the two numbers, I could have sworn I felt as if I was falling off an airplane.

I was completely startled.

But what really confused me was the resemblance between the two numbers, although they were assigned to different names.

Mine was saved as "Fouad".

Hers was saved as "Omar".

We were both deluded and played on by the same person, disguised as another.

No words could describe the hatred I have towards him.

How could I be so stupid, and not realize right from wrong?!

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"Ghaneya, please come down stairs!" said my father.

"Coming!" I replied skipping down the stairs.

I don't know whether he's still mad at me, I'm too afraid to ask.

I decided to act like nothing's wrong.

"Do you know Rania Al-*****?" he questioned.

I was worried, why would he ask such a question?

"Uh-h.. Yeah..." I answered anxiously.

"Is she your friend? he questioned again.

"Yes" I replied.

I didn't want him to know that my friends and I split up, but I have a feeling, sooner or later, with Munya and I friends again, we'll make up.

"I know her relative, and her father, too, and-"

"What's going on?" I interrupted demanding to know why he's asking about her.

"Did she ever mention to you anything personal?" he continued.

"Like what?" I inquired.

"Was there any man in her life?"

"I don't know, but why are you asking?" the beats of my heart began increasing.

"Ghaneya.. Rania was-"

"O-oh m-my god-d.." I  hesitantly interrupted, "she was r-r-r-"