Moonlight 💫

~ Chapter 38 ~

Feraye's kindness was always the main reason why Yaman had fallen for her. Among her other qualities, he had known that he had done her wrong and hurt her more than he could even put in words. He knew it all and accepted that, but what Yaman could not accept was Feraye thinking that she was in love with Ates and that his brother was somehow better than Yaman.

He wouldn't stand for it; he would do everything in his power to make her see the true Ates. No matter how many lies he had fabricated, Feraye was his, and he was hers.

That's the way it should be, and he was determined to make it happen. Yaman decided to start by spending more time with Feraye, reminding her of the good times they had shared. He also planned to subtly highlight Ates' flaws, hoping to plant seeds of doubt in her mind about his brother's intentions.

"I don't expect you to believe me, Feraye, but I'm telling you the truth. Ates has done many bad things, even worse than me, but even though I know I hurt YOU, I—"

"Why do you think you can come here and speak ill of Ates after everything you've done to me?" Feraye interrupted, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief.

Overwhelmed by her emotions, she slapped Yaman across the face, the sound echoing in the restaurant. "Shut your mouth!" she demanded, rising from her seat to leave, but Yaman quickly followed her, grabbing her arm as she reached the door.

"Let go of me, Yaman," she pleaded, trying to pull away. 

"I love you, Feraye," he confessed, moving closer to her, his eyes locked on hers. He kissed her gently, whispering,

"I love you more than Ates ever could. Just wait for me, and I'll prove to you that he's not the man you think he is."

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With that, he released her and walked out, leaving her standing there, tears streaming down her face, unsure of what path to take. As Feraye's phone buzzed in her hand, she took a deep breath, wiping her tears before answering.

"Hey," she greeted, trying to steady her voice. His deep, soothing voice came through, laced with a hint of concern.

"Feraye, is everything alright? You sound a bit off."

She forced a smile, though he couldn't see it, and replied, "Oh, it's nothing, just a long day. How about you?"

Desperate to keep the conversation light, she added, "Did you want to meet later?"

Ates paused for a moment, sensing something was amiss but deciding not to press further. "Sure, I'll come by and pick you up in an hour."   
     
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As she hung up the phone, Feraye's mind was in a whirlwind of confusion and doubt. Yaman's confession had shaken her to the core, leaving her questioning her feelings for both brothers.

She wondered if there was any truth to Yaman's words or if they were merely a ploy to win her back, and she couldn't help but feel torn between the familiar comfort of Ates and the unresolved emotions she still harbored for Yaman.

Her heart ached with the weight of her conflicting emotions. She truly loved Ates, cherishing the stability and kindness he brought into her life, yet Yaman's words lingered in her mind, stirring up memories of the intense passion they once shared.

Despite the pain he had caused her, she couldn't completely dismiss the possibility that Yaman might be telling the truth about Ates, leaving her torn between the comfort of what she knew and the uncertainty of what she felt.

She needed time to process everything, to weigh the trust she had in Ates against the lingering doubts Yaman had planted. The uncertainty was overwhelming, but she knew she had to make a choice, one that would define her future and the depth of her love.