Chapter 45

Ousmane’s POV

I picked up the piece of cloth on the floor, the only remnant of the wild act I had just committed. I had gone wild tearing off ladies’ underwear. It was a side of me I didn’t know existed until Hawa awakened these unknown impulses in me.

I had never considered myself fickle. I never understood men who flirted from woman to woman. For me, it had always been straightforward: if you’re not feeling it anymore, you split up and go your own way.

I had just cheated on my wife again. This time too, I had no excuses. I didn’t even know where to start or what to do. I couldn’t ask anyone for advice. For the first time in my life, I felt completely lost. On one hand, there was Zayate, whom I loved—yes, I did love her because, despite everything, my view of her hadn’t changed, even if her actions surprised and disappointed me. I knew she was impulsive, but this behavior, this vulgarity she’d been displaying lately, left me speechless. Yet, I couldn’t real