"Do you think it was a mistake?" I asked, leaning closer and pulling her waist toward me.
Her nipples pressed against my chest through the sheer fabric of her nightgown, her skin flushing and her breath hitching as she looked down to avoid my gaze.
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FRIA
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The so-called honeymoon finally ended. I was supposed to return to Turkey today, but Evren wasn't coming back for two more days due to some so-called emergency. And he really thinks I'm going to believe him after that bitch girl winked at him last night.
He's out there fucking girls behind my back and thinks I wouldn't find out.
In a fit of rage, I threw all my clothes into the suitcase without folding them. Anger bubbled inside me, while Evren sat peacefully on the other side of the room, completely unaffected.
Why is he just sitting there?
He owes me an explanation—technically, maybe not, but still.
Since last night, he had been quiet, offering no denial, no defense, nothing to prove he didn't do it.
I hate this man!
Why doesn't he like me back?
Why does he do this?
Clutching a perfume bottle in my hand, I threw it against the wall. The glass shattered into a thousand pieces, and the sweet scent of the perfume spilled across the floor.
I burst into tears, frustration and heartbreak crashing over me like waves. Each sob felt like a mix of betrayal and despair.
How could he act so nonchalant when my world was falling apart?
As the tears streamed down my face, I felt lost, consumed by anger and hurt. Did he even care?
"Fria," Evren called my name. I looked at him, and he glanced at the broken perfume bottle.
My crying continued, getting even louder. "Why did you throw the perfume like that?" he asked.
"Because I hated the one you gifted me!" I screamed, unable to control my anger.
He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again, caught off guard. The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken words. I could see confusion in his eyes.
