The call

All her thoughts vanished; she forgot everything, even the place and time she was in all her thoughts was about how good is his kisses

At some point she felt the towel that was on her body slipped of she didn't know if she was the one who dropped it or Leonardo

She trembled for a moment but leon hugged her more bringing the warmth to her body

He carried her to the bed and she didn't have the courage to refuse she was really into this

She felt the wild thumping of his heart and smiled, delighted to know she had stirred him this way.

After a few seconds his clothes was thrown onto the floor behind her towel

She was melting in his arms, submissive and eager, as if consumed by a desire that left her utterly vulnerable

If she had been in her right mind, she would have cursed herself for her actions.

The phone rang suddenly, pulling her back to reality mercilessly.

She said, her voice breathless "Leo…Leonardo the phone."

He lifted his face away from her lips, the ringing continuing as if it would never stop.

"To the hell they will stop don't worry..focus on me"

But the phone didn't stop it lingered,relentless

Frustrated, he muttered, "Damn them. They're so annoying."

With swift movements, he went for the phone in his pants pocket.

Ariana watched with regret, her gaze lingering on his body. If it weren't for that phone, she would be living the happiest moments of her life.

She heard him mumble in embarrassment to the caller and then heard him whisper Hanaa's name as he apologized before heading to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

It felt like a cold shower to her.

She remained frozen in place for a few minutes until she regained her composure.

If it weren't for the ringtone, she would have completely surrendered to the moment of weakness that had overwhelmed her body and heart. She knew deep down that everything between them was different, and that it would only be a fleeting moment in their lives. Even though she realized that this couldn't last, and that they would eventually divorce, her heart betrayed her in that instant.

When she heard him apologizing to the caller and whispering the name "Hana," she felt a heavy weight in her chest. It was like a deep wound, and yet, she couldn't deny that he was treating her as a substitute, nothing more. Had she surrendered to that moment, she would have given up her dignity completely

How could she let herself become that moment—the one moment that would be forever etched in her mind—be the one that would lead to endless tears and pain? She knew that if she continued down this path, she would live in the shadow of a love that would never be hers, and she would end up like the waves that dissolve in the sea, gaining nothing but disappointment. She scolded herself harshly, asking how she had allowed herself to be in this situation. How had she accepted becoming just a fleeting pleasure in exchange for days of suffering to come, days that would haunt her for weeks, and possibly years?

The more she thought about it, the heavier her heart became. She tried to ignore the truth, but she knew that this moment would be the cause of endless tears, lost nights, and a painful memory that would follow her for a long time.