I took a photo of my arm and sent it to him —
I was burning with pain and even more with anger.
I texted:
"Are you happy with what your mother and sister did to me?"
He replied instantly, as if he was just waiting:
"My family would never do something like that, Hoor."
My tears fell, my hands shaking as I typed:
"No! They came to visit me today and gave me a bottle, said it was perfume. I sprayed it on my arm… and it turned out to be acid!!"
He answered… coldly:
"And why would they do that to you? Honestly, you probably did this to yourself.
Anyway, it's not that serious… you'll be fine soon."
I stared at his message in shock. Then he texted again:
"Stop with the drama and stop blaming my family all the time. If you're not okay, call your mom and go see a doctor. That’s it."
I read those words as my heart shattered.
How could he see me in this much pain and still defend them like they were angels?
With blurry eyes, I looked away from the screen and glanced at my arm in the mirror...
My skin was burned, peeling, red, and bleeding in tiny spots.
The pain hit deep in my bones —
But the real pain came from him.
His coldness. His betrayal.
His complete denial of all the love he once promised me.
I wiped my tears, grabbed my phone, and called my closest friend from college, "May":
– "May… I need to go to the hospital. Can you come get me?"
She answered, her voice anxious:
– "What happened?! Your voice is trembling!"
– "I’ll explain everything later… just please don’t ask anything now."
I hung up, got dressed, wrapped a scarf around my head and left the house.
My heart was splitting.
My head was spinning with a thousand voices, and all of them screamed:
“Something’s wrong... This isn’t normal.”
When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor saw my arm and gasped:
"Something’s wrong... this isn’t normal!"
I got to the hospital, and as soon as the doctor saw my arm, she gasped:
– "Who did this to you? This is a chemical burn... looks like acid or something similar."
– "I sprayed something on my arm... it was from a perfume bottle, but what was inside wasn’t perfume."
The doctor looked at me, suspicious: – "Are you sure you weren’t targeted? Could someone have done this to hurt you?"
I fell silent... then nodded, tears falling again.
I went home with Mai, my mind in chaos. I kept replaying everything that happened. And then the thought hit me:
I still have the bottle. Why don’t I file a report? Why should I stay silent?
I went to my room and grabbed the bottle. There was still some of that transparent liquid left, looking innocent but hiding pure evil.
The next day, I woke up with one clear mission:
I went to the police station.
I walked in, filed a report, and told the officer everything... from the moment my ex-fiancé’s mother and sister visited me, to the second I sprayed that liquid.
The officer looked at me and said: – "You did the right thing. We’ll begin an investigation immediately... and to be honest, this isn’t the first complaint we’ve had about that family."
I looked up in shock: – "You mean someone else was hurt by them?!"
He nodded: – "Stay here... we might uncover more than you expected."
My heart clenched, but at the same time, I felt a burning flame of justice rise within me.
I won’t be silent... not after what they did.
I waited anxiously in the station... after a while, the officer came back holding a small file and said seriously:
– "Come with me, miss. There’s something you need to see."
I followed him, sat down, and he opened the file. Inside, there was a photo of a woman and an old complaint form.
– "See this woman? Her name is Noha. She was engaged to your ex’s brother... and she filed a report a year ago, claiming they burned her face with something very similar to what you were burned with. But unfortunately, she later withdrew the case... and disappeared. Literally disappeared."
I gasped, my heart sinking: – "So this wasn’t the first time?!"
– "Exactly. That’s why we’ve been watching them for a while now. But we needed someone brave enough to come forward. And you did."
He told me they were issuing an official summons for the mother and sister, and the investigation would begin.
Two days later, they were arrested... and my ex-fiancé was summoned for questioning. For the first time since the incident, he called me.
He spoke in a weak voice:
– "Hoor... did you really file a report? Against my mom and sister?"
I replied, holding back my tears:
– "I filed a report against the harm... I don’t care who it came from. If you truly loved me, you would’ve felt my pain, not doubted me."
He said, cold as ever:
– "So that’s it? We're just throwing everything away?"
– "You threw everything away when you stayed silent about my pain."
He ended the call, and for the first time... I felt relief. Not sadness. Just freedom.
A week passed, and the first court session was scheduled. That’s when a new piece of evidence came out:
The building’s surveillance camera had captured the mother and sister entering with the perfume bottle and a small plastic bag, which was confirmed to contain acid.
The investigation proceeded. The prosecution took action, and my ex-fiancé was charged as an accomplice for covering up the crime. He was placed in pretrial detention.
And me?
I became stronger.
I changed jobs. Started treating my arm with a professional cosmetic doctor. I even began therapy sessions.
In the midst of it all... he appeared.
Sherif, the officer in charge of the case.
He was always checking in on me, following up on every update quietly and kindly... until one day, he met me at a café and said:
– "I know you've been through something tough... I won’t pressure you. But if you ever feel like you want someone to walk the road with you... I'm here."
I looked at him, and smiled softly.
For the first time, I felt like I was truly seeing a man... a man who feels, who understands, and who protects.
A year later, as I walked out of the final court session — after my ex and his family were sentenced to prison —
He was standing outside... holding a white rose.
He said:
– "Can we start over... but this time, clean and honest?"
I laughed... and I didn’t say yes right away. But my heart... it smiled before I did.