*** MUST read before reading chapter 24!!!
Okay. As I was writing this chapter, I realized I made a massive mistake in chapter 22 because of something that will happen in this chapter. I had two ideas for Ozan and Deniz, and I went with my second idea to see if I could create it, but after writing this chapter, I realized it was a big mistake what I wrote in chapter 22.
Another thing that made me confirm that mistake was a few comments on Chapter 22. As you all know, I rarely respond to comments, but I do read them all. I like them all, and I appreciate them all. ❤️ Anyway, I know that what they were saying is true. When you are so drunk and can't remember, it's because it didn't happen. No matter how much a man's or a woman's desire for sex is, if they are smashed, they won't function. Is that simple!
Anyway, even though I know this fact about us humans, I still wrote chapter 22 as he still didn't remember to see if I could change some things around in my notes. Because it's a story, not reality, but as I said, after writing this chapter, I realized that wasn't possible.
My husband and I do drink socially, but it's more of a few drinks, and that is it. Neither of us likes to get smashed because the hungover is literally not worth it. I learned that lesson a long time ago. I did it once and never again.
** Ok. So, chapter 22 is as if he doesn't remember he slept with Deniz. But this is what I am changing it to:
Yes, at first, he didn't remember and was sure he never saw or spoke to her while he was in Istanbul, but as she told him the details, he started to remember every detail of that night.
** This is how I am going to end chapter 22 after the change:
"Deniz." He looked at her with sorry eyes. "I'm sorry I doubted you; I'm fucking stupid. And I know you would never do that to me or anyone."
"No." She was honest. "I don't gain anything by doing that." She said. "And even though I'm horrified to have a child of his, I still wouldn't say it's yours or anyone else's. I have my parents; if I tell them everything, they will help me. I wouldn't make something up just because I'm scared of him."
"I know." He said feeling her feelings and that they were honest.
"At first, I didn't remember anything," he couldn't look at her as he felt shame. "But as you started to mention everything that happened," he looked at her. "I remember." She smiles.
"You do?" She wondered in happiness.
"I do." He told her as he looked up at her while sitting on the couch and her on the armrest. Then he hung his hand and passed his hand over his head, annoyed at not remembering. "I drank that night because every time I come here, I see you everywhere I go. But, as much as it hurts me because I can't have you, I still come to Istanbul." He was gentle with his words and continued, "The few minutes that I get to see you gave me the air I need to continue to survive. So, as much as I hated to come, I still loved it." He said gently, smiling at her. She gave him a soft smirk.
Then he gets up slowly and gently; he walks up to her, unsure how she will react if he gets too close up. "But, yes, I do remember how much I told you, not only that I love you," He kept walking slowly, and her heart started to pick up a pace. "But, I also was happy I had you for that night." He reached her and cupped her face. "I said a lot that I didn't care you are married."
"You did say that a lot." She said as they were both staring into each other's eyes.
"I know." He whispered, making her entire body die in desire.
"I was thrilled of having you in my arms again, that—" He shrugged, "I just didn't care." He brought his lips to hers, giving her a soft, loving kiss, bringing their suffering into place.
