Betrayal To Bliss

It's not your fault

It was a bright, sunny morning in the cozy bedroom. Clothes were scattered everywhere, a testament to the passionate night that had just unfolded. Sanem fluttered open her eyes and couldn't help but smile as she spotted Jan getting ready for the day.

Sanem was completely naked, but she didn't mind one bit. Quietly, she tiptoed towards Jan and wrapped her arms around him from behind, placing a gentle kiss on his neck. "Good morning, my love," she whispered.

Jan turned around and pulled Sanem close, a content sigh escaping his lips. "Last night was the best night we've ever had," he murmured, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

Sanem giggled, but her face soon fell as she remembered the disturbing news she had to share. "Jan, I... I caught Polen stealing from me again. She's been taking my things, and I don't know what to do about it."

Jan's expression darkened, and he gently cupped Sanem's face in his hands. "That's unacceptable. I'll have to have a word with her. She's been getting out of hand lately, and I won't stand for it."

Sanem placed a hand on his arm, offering a reassuring smile. "Please, don't be too harsh on her. I know she's been going through a lot after your last night confrontation with you."

Jan nodded, understanding, and then his face lit up. "Speaking of which, let's go open those baby shower gifts you got yesterday. I can't wait to see what we've been blessed with."

Hand in hand, they walked into the living room, but their smiles quickly faltered. Every single gift had been destroyed, the shattered pieces scattered across the floor. Sanem's eyes welled with tears as she spotted the once-beautiful baby cradle, now reduced to a pile of splintered wood.

"Oh, no," she cried, her heart breaking at the sight of the ruined gifts. "Who could have done this?"

Jan pulled Sanem into a comforting embrace, his own expression filled with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "I think we both know the answer."

Jan furiously stormed into the room where Polen was, banging on the door. "Polen, open up! How dare you destroy those beautiful gifts?" he yelled.

Sanem followed him, tears streaming down her face. "Jan, let's just leave her. It's not worth it," she pleaded.

Jan angrily turned to Sanem. "No, I won't spare her this time," he said, banging on the door again. Suddenly, there was no response from inside.

Jan tensed up and broke down the door. Both he and Sanem were shocked when they saw Polen lying on the bed, her wrist slashed open with blood flowing from it, staining the pristine sheets.

"Polen!" Jan cried, rushing to her side. Sanem stood there, frozen in horror.

They immediately called for an ambulance, and Polen was rushed to the hospital. But when the doctors emerged, their faces were solemn. "I'm afraid she didn't make it," the doctor said.

Jan stood there, his world crashing down around him. Sanem burst into tears, saying, "I didn't like Polen, but I never wanted this."

Jan approached Sanem, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "It's not your fault, Sanem," he said. "Polen was just... so dumb to take her own life."

The atmosphere was thick with grief and disbelief as they grappled with the devastating news. Jan felt a mixture of shock, sadness, and even a tinge of regret, wishing he had been kinder to Polen in the end.

It was a somber day in the hospital as the news of Polen's suicide had just reached her devastated father, Mr. Abrar. With a heavy heart, he rushed to the facility, desperate to see his daughter's lifeless body one last time.