Moonlight 💫

~Chapter 7~

It had been two weeks since Feraye's life was turned upside down, and she was still trying to figure out where it all went wrong. The last few weeks had been resilient, while she was still coping with her unexpected pregnancy.
Although she tried to move on, Feraye was unable to avoid feeling heartbroken; she had to embrace the harsh reality that she had lost Yaman, and the thought of her kid not knowing his father hurt her heart more than anything.

To divert her, her best friend, Hazal, insisted on taking her shopping in town, which she consented to.
"I still can't believe it," her companion grumbled as they strolled down the hill. "Everything seems weird; just two days ago, this man was holding your hands, cheering you on, and expressing his love for you. "I can't believe it," she exclaimed, flinging both hands in the air.
"I guess that means I couldn't see Yaman's true face and his intentions," observed Feraye. "I always believed and trusted him."
"Look at me. Do not blame yourself for this. The only person to blame is Yaman." Hazal emitted a warning tone.
"I'm furious, Hazal, but I can't hate him no matter how hard I try. It all feels like a bad dream from which I can't wake up ."I only wish someone could come and save me from this nightmare." Feraye said, holding back tears. Hazal embraced her into her arms. "Don't be upset, please," she begged. "You don't have to hate that freak". I hate him for both of us." "It will pass you'll see ; it only takes a little time. Her friend reassured her, "You are strong.
"Now I need to be even stronger," Feraye adds, caressing her belly, "for the both of us."
"We'll be stronger now ;we're in this together" Her friend corrected her with the biggest smile on her face.
For the first time in weeks she was smiling.
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Ates was growing tired of his family's drama. He couldn't keep track of what had happened over the last two weeks because every day was different; he wasn't used to all the noise. It made him realize how easy his life was in the United States, where he lived alone and hardly spoke unless absolutely necessary.

Things were so tense at the mansion that Ates had forgotten he had barely seen Feraye. He wondered how she felt after everything. Ates found himself thinking about her a lot. He also felt an overwhelming desire to protect her from harm. He wanted to know how she was doing. He wanted to be there for her.He wanted to be someone she could count on no matter what .

"Ates, we have some guests coming," his mother pointed out, "so you should go get ready." "Anne, why do I need to get ready when they aren't my guests?" He inquired, puzzled. "Ates, the visitors are also coming for you. "Now stop asking questions and get ready," his mother declared suspiciously. Ates dismissed his mother's suspicious tone and went to his room to clean up.

There are millions of things could have thought having guests meant but none of them included his Mother trying to get him arranged marriage. What were they even thinking?

"Ates, could you please think this over. "That girl is a good girl and would make an excellent wife," his mother said after he declined. "Anne, I've already told you that I will not marry her. There is nothing to ponder about. I won't marry until I've found someone I love. "Please respect my decision."

"Ate-" "No! Mom, this conversation is over," he exclaimed angrily as he exited the room, something he quickly regretted. Ates hated arguing with his mother more than anything , but she made it very difficult not to.

Ates wasn't what you'd call a hopeless romantic, but he did want to fall in love and eventually marry someone. The prospect of being compelled to wed someone he didn't love made his blood boil, and he couldn't understand why his mother was hurrying him into marriage. He knew what would happen after his dispute with his mother: she'd tell DeDe, and he'd try to persuade him by yelling at him, which Ates was ready for because someone needed to remind his grandfather that he wasn't the timid little boy he once was.

Ates felt himself longing to go to his father's grave. It had been years since he had visited his tomb. Ates dreaded becoming emotional about certain things, including his father's death. He'd always refrain from talking about the subject because it triggered his emotional side, which he'd been repressing for years. Don't get him wrong; he loved his father very much, but he couldn't bring himself to forgive him for the circumstances surrounding his death.Ates remembers as if it were yesterday that his father was enraged over something and wanted to go on a drive while intoxicated, bringing Ates along. He was seven years old at the time and had little understanding of what had happened, but as he grew older, he realized that his father had done those things on purpose, and he has been wondering why ever since.

As he walked to the graveyard, Ates tried to clear his mind of all his unsettling thoughts. He wasn't sure what he was going to say to his father; perhaps he would simply sit there quietly and let time pass to make amends for all those years as he made his way to the tomb where he was buried. Ates observed Feraye on the opposite side; her head was covered, and she appeared to be crying. He then realized that her mother was also buried in this cemetery. He wanted to approach her, but he opted to keep his distance and continued on his route.

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*Hello ik I haven't updated in a while ,but here I am this chapter is kinda long so enjoy

Also I'm debating if I should continue writing this book cause I be having second thoughts so lmk if you guys want me to continue
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