ENTANGLED AND HEARTS (Her Price For Dreams) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 49:My Angel ❤️

Maryam's POV

I rush to the breakfast table, my eyes scanning the mansion for Rayan. We haven't met since our argument, and I wonder if he's already left for India.

As I approach the table, my gaze lands on Samar, engrossed in a conversation with Anneanne. When he catches my eye, his tense expression softens. He pulls out the chair beside him,a signal for me to sit.

My cheeks still flush from the events of the previous night. Only I know how challenging it was to muster the courage to express my true feelings to Samar.But He thinks I pity him, that it's not love. Rayan said the same thing, and it upsets me.

But last night, Samar asked me why I love him. I wonder if my answer satisfied him or if he still thinks it's sympathy. Was I too hasty in acknowledging my emotions and announcing them to everyone in a single day? First, to Rayan, then to Samar's father, and finally to Samar himself.

As I take my seat beside Samar, I greet everyone with a gentle "salam." He slides a glass of juice towards me, still talking to Anneanne about the charity event we're attending today. The warm smiles from everyone at the table put me at ease.

As we finish breakfast, Samar's demeanor remains polite but distant. He doesn't meet my gaze, and his responses to my attempts at conversation are brief and formal. I try to brush it but deep down, I sense a lingering unease.

I've done everything I can. I confessed my feelings to him, I literally opened my heart in front of him last night, and yet his obsession with divorce remains. What does he want from me? Am I bound to obey his every wish? First, he forced me into marriage, and now he's determined to divorce me, as if my feelings are insignificant.

I know he loves me deeply and believes that leaving me will save me,I dont know how. But what about my emotions? I told him I love him, and last night, I was bold enough to cuddle with him. Yet, his stone-like heart didnt melt,he is still fixed on his desire for divorce.

Enough of being weak and vulnerable. No more begging for his love. Let him ask me about divorce; I'll refuse,but I won't pretend to be his wife either. He wants divorce? Fine. I'll handle this my way.I was trying to be the perfect, sweet wife, but Mr. Ibrahim, you don't deserve it.

As we walk to the car, Samar opens the door for me, but I deliberately walk to the other side. He looks surprised, but I ignore him. He wants to get rid of me, so I'll give him distance. Isn't this what he wants?

During the drive to the charity event, Anneanne sits beside Samar, while Ayesha and I occupy the backseat. Samar's eyes flicker towards me in the rearview mirror, but I refuse to engage in his silent game of eye flirting. I won't be his eye candy today,Instead, I scoot slightly closer to the window, effectively removing myself from his line of sight.

As we arrive at the destination, I'm surprised to find that it doesn't resemble a charity event at all. Instead, it looks like a vibrant Turkish festival, complete with colorful stalls adorned with intricate Ottoman patterns, twinkling lights, and the sweet scent of freshly baked baklava and Turkish delight wafting through the air.

Ayesha's eyes light up as she grabs my hand, excitedly pulling me towards the stalls. "Maryam, look! They have all sorts of traditional Turkish clothing and jewelry on display, like those beautiful Çarşaf and Takke!" Anneanne smiles, nodding in agreement. "Evet, this is a wonderful way to showcase our rich Turkish heritage while raising funds for the charity."

Samar's eyes meet mine, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths. For a moment, I forget about our tension and smile back at him, feeling a pang of nostalgia for the carefree days we once shared. But then I remember my resolve to maintain my distance, and I quickly look away, focusing on the vibrant stalls instead.