Darwis' POV
Tonight, I found myself awake alone in the living room again. I looked at the clock on the wall which showed three in the morning, and once again, Kayra had not come home. This was the umpteenth time she had disappeared without saying anything, and I was starting to feel annoyed. My mind was filled with various speculations about what she was doing out there. What activities made her keep leaving and only returning when the sun was almost up? I tried to be patient, holding myself back from confronting her right away. But the longer it went on, the harder it was to control my impatience. The thought that she might be doing something bad kept haunting my mind. Maybe she was meeting someone, or maybe there was something else she was hiding from me. Every night, my suspicions grew stronger, and this feeling became harder to ignore. While I was lost in my thoughts, I heard the sound of the door opening slowly. I tDarwis's POV “Don’t you care what’s happening to us? Don’t you care that I’m worried about you, that I want to know what’s going on?” I felt increasingly frustrated at the lack of an answer. “Or maybe you never cared.” Kayra's face changed when she heard my last sentence, but she still didn't say anything. The silence between us continued, making my anger and confusion grow. "I want answers, Kayra," I pressed, not wanting to give up so easily. "If you can't give them, then what's the point of us being together?" Kayra stared at me with a look that I couldn't decipher. She then let out a long sigh, as if a heavy burden had just been lifted from her shoulders. However, she still didn't give me the explanation I was hoping for. "What are you doing, Kayra? You can't keep doing this. You have to stop." I felt like I was talking to a wall. Her unwillingness to open up made me feel e
Darwis's POV Finally, I decided to leave. I took my work bag and walked out of the house without looking back. It felt impossible to fix anything in a situation like this. However, as I sat at my desk, my thoughts kept drifting to Kayra. What was she really doing? Why was she so obsessed with Kate and Erlan? Every time I tried to focus on my work, the image of Kayra and the photos I found kept haunting my mind. I couldn't calm myself down. I leaned back in my chair, massaging my throbbing temples. I knew I should concentrate on my work, but it was no use. My mind was already filled with suspicions that were becoming increasingly impossible to ignore. The longer it took, the more my curiosity took over. I knew that if I kept sitting here doing nothing, I would only sink deeper into uncertainty. Kayra must be planning something, and I couldn't just sit around waiting for it all to explode. I finally decided
Darwis' POV As I sat in the car, watching from a distance, an uneasy feeling took over my mind. Kayra had been acting strange for the past few weeks, and tonight she had left again in secret. I could no longer hold back this suspicion. There was something Kayra was hiding from me, and I had to find out. I saw her leave the house silently, carrying a small bag that she always brought when she left for no apparent reason. Quickly, I followed behind, making sure she didn't notice my presence. Her car stopped at a small cafe on the outskirts of town. The place looked deserted, with only a few vehicles parked outside. I waited in the car, watching Kayra enter the cafe. Not long after, a familiar-looking man approached her. I recognized the man, he was a journalist who often appeared at important events. They began to talk with unusual intensity, Kayra's facial expression showing suspicious seriousness. My burning curiosity made
Darwis's POV Kayra paused, her eyes now blank, as if thinking about something deep inside her. I knew the battle wasn't over yet, but at least I tried to wake her up. Without saying anything else, I left the cafe, leaving Kayra to her own thoughts. In the car, I felt a heavy burden on my chest. Whatever would happen after this, I just hoped Kayra could find peace within herself, even if it meant leaving her forever. Seeing Kayra who looked shocked after our argument, I could only sigh heavily. Her face was pale, and her gaze was empty as if there was no life behind her eyes. I remained still in place, watching her movements anxiously. Kayra started walking out of the cafe, her steps unsteady like someone who had lost their way. I couldn't look away from her. Something was wrong, very wrong. Every step she took felt heavy as if she was carrying too much weight on her shoulders. As she approached the intersection, I felt a
Darwis's POV I released my grip, letting my words sink into her mind. Kayra was still crying, but I could see something had changed in her gaze. The despair that had haunted her earlier was slowly replaced by confusion, and maybe... just maybe, a little bit of awareness. I waited in silence, hoping she would say something, anything. But Kayra just sobbed, her body shaking, as if all the emotions she had been holding back had finally exploded. "Darwis... I... I don't know what else to do..." her voice was hoarse, barely audible over her sobs. I took a deep breath, approaching her again, more gently this time. "You don't need to know everything right now, Kayra. All you need to do is take the first step. Don't let this pain control you. Don't let this hatred kill you." I wiped the tears from her face with my thumb, trying to provide some comfort. "I'm here, Kayra. I will always be here for you, but you have to
Darwis' POV This morning, I woke up earlier than usual, with a determined heart. I knew that today had to be different. I had to show Kayra how serious I was about fixing our relationship. I had to make her feel loved, appreciated, and most importantly, safe by my side. After taking a shower and getting dressed, I headed to the kitchen with one goal in mind: to make breakfast for Kayra. It might be a small thing, but I hoped it could be the first step to restoring the love and trust between us. I prepared everything with great care—toast, fried eggs, and fresh orange juice, all served with a touch of affection that I probably hadn't felt in a long time. When breakfast was ready, I went back to the room and gently woke Kayra up. "Honey, wake up. I've prepared breakfast for us," I whispered in a soft voice, hoping she could feel my sincerity. Kayra opened her eyes slowly, looking confused for a moment, probably not believing
Darwis's POV "I want to make up for all my mistakes, Kayra. I want you to know that my love for you is still the same, even greater than before. I'm willing to leave all of this behind for us. We can go anywhere we want and do whatever makes us happy. I just want you to feel safe and loved, without the shadows of the past bothering us.” Kayra lowered her head, and I could see tears starting to flow down her cheeks. It broke my heart to see her cry, but I knew that this was an important step for both of us. I held her hand gently, hoping she could feel my warmth and sincerity. "Kayra, please... give us this chance. We can start over, somewhere far away from all of this. I just want to make you happy, and I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen." Kayra finally lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes filled with tears but also hope. She nodded slowly, a sign that she agreed to this plan. I felt relieved as if a heavy burden that had been on my chest was slowly starting t
Darwis's POV “There are a few things you need to know,” I continued, trying to calm myself. “I have decided to step down from the project we are working on.” Gasps and whispers could be heard around the table, and some of them seemed genuinely surprised. One of the directors, Mr. Steven, a middle-aged man who had worked with me for a long time, raised his hand and spoke. “Mr. Darwis, are you serious?” he asked in disbelief. “This is one of the biggest projects in our company’s history. Stepping down now would have a huge impact, not just on us, but also on our investors.” I nodded slowly, prepared for such a question. “I understand, Mr. Steven. And I have considered all the consequences. But this is a decision I have to make.” Another director, Mrs. Mira, a tough woman who always focused on results, also spoke up. “Mr. Darwis, may I ask why you decided this? What prompted you to step down?” I took a deep breath, ready to explain. “This decision is not because this projec