Sorry seems to be the hardest word

Part 3 "It was me...."

The silence was killing him. Seher was sitting on the couch with all the photos and papers in her lap. Her tears slowly dried out, but she didn't move or say anything. Brown hair was curling around her face and he could see her trembling. He wanted to touch her so much, to hold her and erase all the pain.

He couldn't say what was worse, seeing her like this or the fear of unknown. He knew beyond certain she would leave. She would leave him and take away everything that mattered, her good heart, kindness and selflessness, her warm, magic touch and fragility. His hands were eager to bring comfort, mind or what was left of it, told him to stay away. He sat there on the bed, helpless and devastated, living his judgment day.
Seher slowly stood up and every piece of paper fell on the floor. The recorder hit it loudly and she looked at it. Yaman stood up too. The woman turned to the wardrobe, took her coat and put it on.

-When did you get it? -her voice was dull and trembling.

-When we were having dinner....on our honeymoon...

-Who made it?

-Zuhal.

-Zuhal... - she quietly repeated the name. - Zuhal who tried to strangle me and who said I was a worthless peasant, a gold-digger, who worried about your fortune more than you do yourself. Who ridiculed me in front of you and accused me of lying. - Yaman felt as if he stood on a quicksand and was slowly sinking down.

Seher's every word stabbed like a knife. What has this girl gone through? What has he put her through because of his false pride and suspiciousness? And she still stood by his side. He didn't deserve her. He had nothing to defend himself.

-Have I ever made you feel like I care about anything you possess? Have I ever wanted or asked anything from you? Have I ever made you feel like I cared about anybody else? What made you believe that I treat Selim anything more than as a friend? You have accused me of everything you could ever come up with. You offended me in every possible way and made me lose my self-confidence. I mean nothing to you and don't tell me you love me. You don't know what it means! You live in your illusion where everybody does whatever pleases you and you can safely stay in your shell. You think you love but you only want to possess.

This marriage was to be formality. It never was for me and I admit it. I thought you felt the same when we went for our honeymoon. But I guess I was very naive. You gave me the world and then you pushed me into the abyss on the first occasion. You made my life hell. It was a hard lesson, you are a strict teacher.

Seher turned around and closed the door behind. She left the house and asked the bodyguard to take her to the city. They drove to mother Nadire.

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Yaman gathered all the papers from the floor and put them on the bed. He brought a large glass bowl from the kitchen and matches. He took it all outside and burned piece by piece.

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There was time when you would just open your arms for me and take me as I was. No judging, nothing in return, just you saving me from the dark. It was me who betrayed you...