Fated Threads

Chapter 13

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"Some truths don't heal; they only carve deeper scars."

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Sameer was seething with anger, his emotions boiling over to the point where he could barely keep himself in check. But when Mr. Valens took his hand and gently urged him to sit down, Sameer complied without resistance. He couldn't bring himself to be disrespectful to his father, not when he was the one who had always guided him with patience and wisdom.

Mrs. Valens quietly sat beside Elena, taking her hand in a gesture of comfort. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, her heart heavy with the burden she was about to release. The secret she and her husband had buried for 26 long years was finally about to come to light. With a voice trembling from the weight of her words, she said, "It wasn't Elena who spread this news."

Sameer's fury was momentarily replaced by shock. He turned to his mother, his eyes wide, confusion etched across his face. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

Mrs. Valens couldn't meet his gaze. She shook her head, staring at the floor as if the truth she was about to speak was too heavy to bear. "It was us," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your dad and I. We're the ones who started it."

Sameer felt as though the ground had been pulled out from under him. He glanced around the room, taking in the faces of everyone present—his brothers, sisters-in-law, and Elena. The realization hit him like a tidal wave: they all knew. His intuition screamed that they had been aware of this secret all along, but the word "why" caught in his throat, refusing to escape.

He looked at his mother, then at his father, who sat beside him with his head bowed in shame. Sameer's mind raced, desperate for answers, but a part of him was terrified to ask. He feared that whatever they might reveal would be something he couldn't bear to hear.

When Mr. Valens noticed Sameer's silence, he took a deep breath, steeling himself to explain. "Sameer, we are your parents. Please don't misunderstand us; we had our reasons for what we did back then." His voice was steady, but there was an unmistakable tremor beneath the surface, a mix of regret and concern.

Sameer looked up, his eyes wide with a mix of anger and confusion. "What reasons could possibly justify this?" he demanded, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mrs. Valens, knowing she could no longer avoid the truth, took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "I will tell you everything."

She started the story, her voice quivering. "Many years ago, before you and Elena were born, your father and I were close friends with Elena's parents, elif Yıldız and Mehmet Demir. We often spent time together, sharing meals and dreams. During one such dinner, both our families were eagerly discussing the upcoming births of our children."

Flashback Scene

"I really hope we have a daughter this time," I said, glancing at Elif. "I've already got two wonderful sons, and it would be lovely to finally have a little girl."

Elif nodded in agreement, her eyes bright. "And I wouldn't mind having a son. Mehmet is determined to have a boy to carry on our family name."

Mehmet, who had been quiet until then, suddenly spoke up. "If Elif gives birth to a daughter, I'll make a trade with you. I'll give you my daughter and take your son."

We all laughed, thinking Mehmet was joking. It was a light-hearted moment, and the idea of trading babies seemed absurd.

"Come on, Mehmet! You're just joking, right?" I teased, looking at him with a smile.