𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬

Chapter 22: Consequences

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-Rahaf's pov-

In the stillness of the morning, I woke up with a start, my heart racing as I glanced at the clock, its hands ticking away the moments.

8 am. Panic surged within me, knowing Aydin must have already left. Hastily, I sat up, my mind racing with questions and uncertainties. Without bothering to freshen up, I rushed downstairs, my heart pounding in my chest.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, relief washed over me to see my in-laws there. "Did Aydin leave?" I blurted out, unable to contain my worry.

My mother-in-law's gentle gaze met mine, and she nodded solemnly. "Yes, beta, he left," she replied softly, her voice carrying a tinge of concern.

"Why didn't he wake me up, Mom?" I asked, feeling a pang of hurt and confusion.

She reached out to caress my head tenderly, her touch a soothing balm to my troubled soul. "Perhaps he didn't want to disturb your sleep, dear," she offered, her words carrying a comforting reassurance that I desperately clung to. But deep down, I knew there was more to it than just a simple act of consideration.

Forcing a smile, I nodded in understanding, though the truth weighed heavy on my heart. I couldn't bring myself to confide in her about the growing distance between Aydin and me, the cracks in our once blissful marriage.

So, I buried my concerns beneath a facade of composure, silently grappling with the turmoil within.

With a heavy heart, I retreated back to our bedroom, the silence echoing the emptiness that seemed to pervade the air.

My first instinct was to reach for my phone, a desperate hope flickering within me that perhaps Aydin had reached out to me in some way.

But as I scrolled through my notifications, disappointment washed over me like a wave crashing against the shore. No calls, no texts. Just silence.

Frustration gnawed at my insides as I berated myself for the events of last night. I should have known better than to pry into Aydin's personal affairs without his permission.

But in my desperation to bridge the growing chasm between us, I had acted impulsively, oblivious to the consequences of my actions.

Summoning what little courage I had left, I typed out a text message, my fingers trembling slightly as I poured out my apology to Aydin.

"I'm sorry for last night, Aydin. I should have taken your permission before using your phone," the words felt inadequate, like feeble attempts to mend what seemed irreparably broken.

As I hit send, a sense of apprehension gripped me, uncertainty clouding my thoughts like a dense fog. Would he even bother to respond? Or would my message be met with silence, like the echoes of my own despair?

Shaking off the tendrils of doubt that threatened to ensnare me, I made my way to the bathroom, the familiar routine of freshening up offering a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos of my emotions.

As the warm water cascaded over me, I let myself be enveloped by its comforting embrace, if only for a fleeting moment.

But beneath the facade of composure I struggled to maintain, turmoil raged within me, a tempest of conflicting emotions that threatened to consume me whole.

For now, all I could do was wait, wait for Aydin's response, and pray that somehow, someway, we would find our way back to each other.

After my shower, I slipped into another one of Aydin's hoodies, the soft fabric enveloping me in a comforting embrace.