A one-shot exploring what unfolded between Cihan and Sevilay Şansalan in the hotel room. Struggling to cope with the pain of betrayal, they find themselves grappling with shattered trust and the devastating impact of new secrets that came to the l...
This chapter highlights the tension, anger, and misunderstanding between the characters. However, I believe these feelings will gradually ease as they spend more time together and begin to understand each other better.
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The farmhouse was suffocatingly silent after Cihan's declaration, the air thick with tension, as if the very walls themselves held their breath. The sun, now low in the sky, cast long, golden beams through the dusty windows, illuminating the worn wooden floorboards that creaked under every shift of movement. The scent of aged wood and earth clung to the air, mingling with the faint mustiness of the old house.
A breeze stirred the curtains, but it did little to cool the oppressive atmosphere that seemed to hang in the very air, heavier than any storm.
Sevilay stood in the center of the room, her body rigid, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She glared at him, but it was as if she were looking at a stranger, someone she no longer knew or understood. Her heart hammered in her chest, each beat like a drum of defiance, while the shock and anger twisted inside her.
The silence stretched between them like a chasm, broken only by the occasional creak of the floor or the far-off whisper of the wind. She could feel the weight of every word she had yet to say, the weight of everything unsaid, suffocating her.
Anger, disbelief, and a deep sense of betrayal warred within her, but it was the silence that gripped her most—this hollow, empty silence that seemed to fill the farmhouse, trapping her as much as it trapped her thoughts.
"And what's that supposed to mean? That we're staying here until the night?" hissed sharply After a while, slicing through the silence like a blade. "Are you insane?"
Cihan leaned against the old wooden table, the creak of the wood the only sound besides the low hum of their breathing. His posture was deceptively relaxed, arms crossed over his broad chest, but his gaze was anything but calm. It was steady, sharp, and locked on her as if she were a puzzle he was determined to solve.
"Call it whatever you want, Sevilay.We're not leaving until we've talked this through."
"There's nothing to talk about!" snapped her anger bubbling over. "You just humiliated me in front of everyone in that café, dragged me here like I'm some kind of criminal, and now you think you can hold me hostage for the night?"
"You think this is just about the café?" voice dropped an octave, though his words carried a weight that made her pulse quicken. "This is about everything. The secrets. The lies. You meeting him behind my back. I'm done tiptoeing around this marriage, Sevilay. Either we fix it, or we face the truth about where this is heading."
Her lips trembled at the thought of ending this marriage, a possibility she never wanted to face. The weight of it pressed down on her, suffocating any hope she had left for resolution. But the anger and pride twisting inside her, the overwhelming sense of indignation and helplessness, made the words spill out before she could stop them.
