**In the name of God\, let’s begin 🙂**

The sky was completely clear when Reeman stepped out of the store, the heavy plastic bags cutting into her slender fingers. Suddenly... daylight twisted into dusk after she ran into her elderly neighbor, who asked how she was doing. She lifted her head toward the sky—only to see black clouds stretching like convulsing fingers, grazing the rooftops.

*"But... how? The sun was shining just minutes ago..."* she whispered\, feeling a strange chill seep into her bones. Her hands trembled\, and one of the bags slipped. Milk spilled onto the pavement—white against black—like a silent scream.

Then she saw them.

Every passerby had *two shadows*:

- A normal one beneath their feet\,

- And another\, pitch-black\, standing *behind* them\, as if manipulating them.

Reeman began to shiver. Nearby, a small child played with a ball. His innocent laughter sliced through the silence of horror. She tried to scream at him, but her voice trapped itself in her throat. Then...

He **exploded**.

It wasn’t a normal explosion. His tiny body vaporized into a mist of red, like a water balloon bursting under the sun. The black shadow behind him stretched out a grinning mouth—suddenly, grotesquely—before licking the blood from the air with tendrils like soft tongues.

*"This... this is impossible..."*

But the horror didn’t end.

The black clouds began to move, and with every shift:

- An old man melted like wax\,

- A young woman flipped upside down\, her bones snapping inside her\,

- Two playing children fused together as if their bodies had melted and rotted.

She **ran**.

Shopping bags flew behind her. She heard explosions\, screams\, and then... *laughter*? Yes—a mad\, gleeful laughter tangled with the sounds of death.

*"Mom... I want my mom..."*

But the image of her mother in her mind froze her blood more than the carnage around her:

*"If you were a normal child\, I wouldn’t have to punish you like this!"*

*"Look at your brother... why can’t you be like him?"*

She nearly stopped. Death surrounded her... but her body’s instinct to survive pushed her forward.

*"No... I can’t give up. I don’t want to die!"*

Suddenly, the sewer tunnel was in front of her. She slipped inside, her ankle wrenching with pain. Darkness swallowed her.

**Silence.**

She looked back...

The shadows had stopped at the entrance, as if afraid of something inside the tunnel.

*"Am... am I safe here?"*

*"I wish I had brought my pen... At least Fox would’ve been with me—I’d have healed faster."*

She sat sobbing in the dark, her body shaking like an autumn leaf. She fumbled for her phone, but her frozen fingers couldn’t press the numbers.

*"The police... they won’t believe me. They didn’t before—why would they now?"*

Memories stabbed like knives:

- The school security officer laughing when she told him about the shadows she saw behind everyone who died after she saw them.

- Her mother screaming: *"Stop with your shameful lies!"*

- *"You’re a disgrace to this family!"*

- *"You’re utterly insane!"*

Deep in the dark tunnel, her blood mixing with sewer water from her wounds, she thought:

*"I have to get out... I have to go back."*

This is Reeman

Peace be upon you, my darlings! 😍😘** This will be part of Chapter Two of my novel 🌹. I hope you love it with all your heart ❤️.

**Novel Title:** *Should I Fight My Husband or the Black Tumor?*

**Genre:** Romance\, Psychological\, Light Action

**Chapter Two – Part One:** *In the name of God\, let’s begin! ❤️😘*

Riman staggered out of the sewage drain, her body utterly exhausted. The air was thick with the stench of death, and the streets she had known all her life now felt foreign. Scattered around her were mutilated corpses—some still warm, as if their souls had only just departed.

*"I have to get home... I must..."*

*"I need to check on my family—what if something happened to them?"*

She ran with whatever strength she had left, her feet bleeding, her eyes burning with pain and fear. But what terrified her more than the corpses was the eerie silence. No more explosions, no screams of the dying. Just the sound of her own ragged breaths, as if the entire city had perished, leaving her as the sole survivor who hadn’t yet joined them.

*"No... not my family. Impossible."*

Finally, she reached their modest home. The door was slightly ajar, as if someone was still waiting for her.

**She entered.**

Inside, she found her mother sitting in a corner, knitting a pink dress for her little sister, Sara, who swayed joyfully, utterly oblivious—as if the world outside those walls hadn’t just died.

*"Will Sara like it\, my dear?"*

The protagonist was so overwhelmed with happiness that she began to cry.

**Riman** (voice trembling): *"M... Mom..."*

Her mother lifted her head coldly, looking at her as if she were a bothersome insect that had crawled into their home.

**Mother:** *"Finally! Did you bring your sister’s clothes?"*

**Riman** (gasping for breath): *"Something... something happened on the way. I couldn’t—"*

**Mother** (cutting her off indifferently): *"I don’t care! Just answer me simply: yes or no?"*

**Riman** (shrinking into herself): *"No... No\, Mom."*

**Mother** (sighing in disdain): *"Fine. Go take a shower. You stink."*

*"Seems I was wrong to trust you. You’ll always be a useless burden."*

The words stabbed through her heart like a knife. Her mother hadn’t even cared about what happened—only blamed her for failing. Defeated and broken, Riman replied:

*"Yes\, Mom."*

At that moment, Sara descended the stairs, her thick blonde hair swaying like a golden crown. She looked at Riman with clear disgust.

**Sara:** *"Mom\, why is this pig still here? She reeks!"*

**Mother** (carelessly): *"Let her go shower. The whole place stinks now that she’s here."*

Riman climbed the stairs, her knee aching from repeated falls. Midway, she bumped into her brother, Khaled, who was on his way out.

**Khaled** (stopping abruptly\, glaring at her with contempt): *"Watch where you’re going\, you nuisance!"*

He bit his lip and stormed off as if her mere presence tainted him.

She overheard him whispering to his friends on the phone:

*"Bring the best drugs you’ve got... I can’t stand living with this family!"*

*"Sure\, but do you have the money?"*

*"Of course! How could I not? I stole it from Dad days ago."*

Riman was stunned. She almost spoke up but pulled her hand back.

*"He’ll just think I’m crazy. My words mean nothing to him."*

He left in a rage, and as he reached the doorstep, he shattered the glass outside.

*"Why didn’t you talk to me? Or advise me? I thought you cared!"*

*"I just wanted you to hear it—to say even a single word to me!"*

Then she saw her father, cheerful, walking down the main street.

*"I’ll cross to the other side. I don’t want to see him."*

Riman closed the bathroom door behind her, her hands trembling as she filled the tub with cold water. Suddenly, she collapsed, her clothes soaking wet, but she didn’t care. She sat under the water, barely conscious, her mind shattered by her mother’s words.

*"I know you think I’m crazy... but this is too much."*

Her eyes were empty, lifeless—as if she no longer wanted to live.

*"I expected everyone to look at me with such disgust... but you\, Mom? I never thought you’d be one of them."*

Downstairs, Sara whined to her mother:

*"Are you making the dress I asked for? That pig ruined my chance!"*

**Mother** (with fake sweetness): *"Don’t worry\, my love. We’ll buy it tomorrow."*

**Sara** (angrily): *"But my party is tonight! I want to hit her right now!"*

**Mother** (laughing lightly): *"Do whatever you want."*

*"Just don’t kill her."*

**Sara** (laughing): *"Of course\, Mom. I’ll be obedient."*

Her mother kissed her forehead with a tenderness Riman had never known in her entire life.

Under the cold water, Riman choked on her tears.

**I hope you like it! 🇵🇸😘**

Peace be upon you, my darlings! 😍** I’m back with a new chapter! 🎉 I won’t lie—this one exhausted me 😭, but your support for the earlier chapters keeps me going. 😎😻

Thank you, a thousand times, my loves! 😍😘

**Novel:** *Should I Fight My Husband or the Black Tumor?*

**Genre:** Romance\, Psychological\, Light Action

**And in the name of God\, let’s begin Chapter Three! 👍**

The knife glinted between Riman’s trembling fingers. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pressed the blade to her left wrist. *"My decision is final... I won’t turn back..."*

Suddenly...

*"Did you forget our promise?"*

She startled at the voice. Fox, the little two-tailed fox, stood on the windowsill, his golden eyes glowing in the dark. He leaped down lightly, his silken tails swaying under the moonlight.

*"You fool!"* he barked in his rough yet warm voice. *"Press the blade harder!"*

*"You want me to hurt myself more?! Is this really pain—"*

*"It’s nutrient plasma\, not blood. It’s the source of our connection."*

He floated into the room like a magic carpet (a clearer simile), his twin tails fluttering.

*"Your face tells me you’re thinking of suicide..."*

*"I won’t run from life\, no matter how cruel it gets. I’ll always face it."*

*"Let me heal you after absorbing the plasma."*

*"Quickly! This hurts so much..."*

He began licking her wound with a sharp glare:

*"Does it really hurt? This is plasma\, not blood!"*

*"It’s my hand! Ah—"*

*"Are you really crying now?"*

*"Don’t look at me..."*

She wept, remembering her mother’s words and her own failures.

She tried wiping her tears in shame, but he beat her to it with his tongue.

*"Don’t cry. I’m here. I know you’re exhausted."*

She laughed weakly:

*"Without you\, I’d have died... that day I saw you when I ran from home..."*

*"I was so tired. I got attacked while out buying food."*

Fox’s inner thoughts: *"I heard her mother’s cruelty... She tries to protect me even from her own pain. Sometimes I wonder if they’re really her family!"*

She curled into herself:

*"Thank God for everything."*

*"Why are you smiling?"*

He laughed sadly: *"You fight so fiercely! You could’ve run."*

She hugged him, giggling:

*"What else can I do? They’re my family."*

*"I’m used to pain... But I promise I won’t give up."*

He asked bitterly: *"Why has your family been so cruel since childhood?"*

She sighed deeply.

Riman noticed her wound had healed as if nothing happened. *"Maybe... I’ve been a failure from the start\,"* she whispered\, crying.

Fox insisted: *"Enough! Now\, shower and rest. I don’t want my meal spoiled."*

But the peace didn’t last. The door slammed open, and Sara appeared, eyes blazing like fire:

*"You worthless trash!"*

Before Riman could react, Sara yanked her hair, dragging her violently to the basement:

*"You’re neither pretty nor smart—and worst of all\, you’re insane! The world doesn’t need scum like you!"*

Every lash of the whip felt like a knife tearing her soul. Then her mother’s voice:

*"Did you discipline her enough\, Sara?"*

Riman’s inner laugh: *"Even my basic rights... you’ve stolen them all."*

*"My hands are tired\, Mom."*

*"Rest\, then finish her punishment later."*

Khaled suddenly appeared: *"Leave her. She’s not worth your effort."*

The mother cooed: *"Of course\, my dear. Anything for you."*

He gave Riman a sorrowful glance.

In the room\, Fox stared at her: *"If you’d used my power—"*

She wiped blood from her brow: *"I’ve sacrificed for them all these years... Let them call me mad. I endured it."*

*"Let me heal your wounds—"*

*"No. I want to remember these scars forever."*

Then she suddenly smiled as if nothing happened:

*"Come on\, Fox! Let’s paint with black ink!"*

*"As you wish\, my lady... But your injuries—"*

*"Fine\, if it’ll calm you."*

She took the pen (Fox) and began drawing. Random strokes transformed into a landscape of her grandmother’s house. For the first time in years, she felt a strange peace.

Inner thoughts: *"Soon... all this suffering will end."* Her eyes burned as she bit her lip until it bled.

Later, her father called:

*"Your father wants you."*

She looked up to see him in the doorway: *"Tomorrow\, you’ll meet your husband."*

She didn’t utter a word, as if despair had strangled her.

After he left, Khaled mocked:

*"Marrying an old man? You’re dumber than I thought!"*

*"I’m tired..."*

*"Tired? You’re pathetic! Didn’t I tell you to run?"*

*"Why did you refuse your friend’s help?"*

She whispered shyly: *"Running isn’t the answer... He’s still my father."*

*"Then stay and die! While everyone exploits your kindness."*

She clenched her jaw, silent rage simmering:

*"Yes\, this isn’t love. It’s slavery."*

*"Sometimes family is worse than monsters."*

*"You’re truly insane! How do you accept this?"*

Up in the attic\, she remembered her only friend: *"How I wish I belonged to your family..."*

Fox murmured: *"Why refuse her help?"*

*"Because I know... Even if the whole world helped\, I’d still be the unwanted daughter."*

*"And I can’t risk them finding out about you. If they knew\, they’d torture you in the worst ways."*

At dawn, as she left in the car, no one bid her farewell. Only Sara sneered:

*"You deserve this. Take care of your old man!"*

Even her mother couldn’t be bothered to see her off.

*"Take me with you."* Fox transformed into a pen.

She clutched him with trembling hands: *"You’re the only one who stood by me..."*

*"Your friend sent a text... She’s waiting for you there."*

*"I know... She tried to help. But I must stay away. I won’t hurt her again."*

As the car drove away, she felt—for the first time—that God had answered her prayers.

But the road ahead would never be easy...

And she had no idea of the monster awaiting her.

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**Meanwhile\, elsewhere...**

A colossal explosion ripped through the sky in crimson fury. A smoke plume rose like a ravenous beast devouring everything, while debris scattered like leaves in a storm. Rubble collapsed, fire roared, and death danced atop the ruins.

Then... from the heart of hell, a lone shadow emerged.

Heavy footsteps crunched over the wreckage. A tall man, his black hair wild like a tempestuous night, his golden eyes smoldering with quiet rage—a panther poised to strike. His clothes were untouched, his body unharmed, as if he’d stepped from his house, not a warzone.

He scanned the ruins coldly as carnage settled like a shattered puzzle. With a voice calm yet laced with bitter mockery, he whispered:

*"Annoying... Do they value life so little?"*

Then he walked on, leaving behind untold devastation.

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