31] Three Loves In A Single Lifetime.

As Mercedes waited for Sedar's decision, she held her breath. She could hear Zeynep breathing behind her as the room was ruthlessly silent. She observed Sedar's jaw ticking, waiting for him to open his mouth and state their marital status.

He sat there, trying to find a reason to stay married to her and he came up with nothing, zilch. Just like he had thought. The last time he remembered, he had no desire to marry. He still found it difficult to find a woman who could sate his sexual appetite and by the looks of the raven-haired beauty standing in front of him, he debated whether she could suppress any desire he obtained. As she stood before him, on quivering limbs, she looked too fragile to be an Ozturk, too fragile to be HIS wife. 

He didn't do fragile, nor did he like a woman who couldn't give two shits about her appearance. He was cringing hard on the inside, and couldn't believe her choice of attire. She wore a dress, with a long knitted cardigan with Timberl