Emma sat in the courtroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced around at the somber faces, feeling the weight of the moment. Her parents sat a few rows behind her, their expressions a mix of concern and anticipation. Claire was there too, offering silent support with her steady presence. Daniel was there as well, sitting alone, looking worn out and regretful. Emma steeled herself, knowing that this was the day that could determine her future.The judge entered, and the room fell silent. The prosecutor began outlining the case, detailing the financial crimes and the evidence that had led to Emma's arrest. Emma’s lawyer, a sharp, experienced attorney named Mr. Yilmaz, listened intently, ready to dismantle the accusations."Your Honor," Mr. Yilmaz began, standing to address the court. "The defense will show that my client, Dr. Emma Alden, is not guilty of these allegations. We have substantial evidence that the accusations were fabricated by Mr. Arda Demir, who holds a personal
The morning sun filtered through the frosted windows of the courtroom as Emma sat on one side of the polished wooden table, her fingers clasped together in her lap. The atmosphere was muted, marked by the subdued murmur of voices and the occasional rustle of legal documents. Daniel was seated opposite her, his face a mask of controlled emotion, a stark contrast to the turbulent feelings Emma grappled with.The courtroom was modest but dignified, decorated with rich mahogany furnishings and framed legal certificates on the walls. Today was the day of their divorce hearing, and while Emma had steeled herself for this moment, the weight of finality pressed down on her shoulders.A middle-aged judge, his robes draped over his shoulders like a solemn mantle, entered the room and took his seat at the bench. The gavel came down with a measured thud, signaling the start of the proceedings. “Welcome,” the judge said, glancing at the pair of them. “Let us proceed with the divorce settlement. A
3 months later… The dimly lit Irish pub was a refuge for those seeking solace in a pint of Guinness or a shot of whiskey. The air was thick with the scent of hops and the low hum of conversations, blending into a background noise that matched Daniel’s own disheartened mood. It was a familiar place from his high school days, but tonight, it felt like a far cry from the laughter and camaraderie of the past. Daniel sat hunched over the bar, a half-empty pint of stout beside him and a plate of neglected nachos growing cold in front of him. His high school friend, **Jason**, sat beside him, a look of mild concern on his face as he watched Daniel down another shot of whiskey. “Come on, Daniel,” Jason said, his voice a steadying force amidst the clamor of the pub. “You’ve been drinking like this for months. It’s time to talk about something other than Emma.” Daniel laughed bitterly, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “What’s there to talk about? I screwed up everything, Jason. I ruine
Five months had passed since the divorce, and Emma’s life had taken on a new rhythm. Living with her parents provided a sense of stability, and Lily thrived in the preschool Emma had carefully chosen for her. The scandal that had marred her reputation was behind her, but the hospital where she once worked was not so forgiving. They couldn't overlook the truth about her ex-husband’s influence in suspending a colleague, nor the head of the hospital’s involvement in bribery.Rather than jumping into another job, Emma decided to take her life in a different direction. She had always dreamed of working in the United States, so she dedicated herself to passing the USMLE Steps 1 and 2. Today, she received the results: she had passed. Elation filled her as she began gathering the necessary documents to apply for an American visa. If she passed Step 3, she could secure a job in Tennessee, a fresh start far from the shadows of her past.Claire, her steadfast friend, came over to check on her. A
Daniel sat in the dimly lit Irish pub, nursing his drink as he recounted his sorrows to his old high school friend, Alex. They had been inseparable during their teenage years, and now, years later, they found solace in their shared troubles."She's moving to Tennessee," Daniel muttered, the alcohol amplifying his despair. "Lily told me during her last visit. Emma’s leaving the country, and I can't do anything about it."Alex, who came from a wealthy political family and had been in a long-term, yet non-committal relationship with his childhood sweetheart, nodded sympathetically. "That's tough, man. But maybe it's for the best. You know how complicated things get after marriage."Daniel shook his head. "I’ve tried everything to forget her, Alex. I get drunk, sleep around, overwork, hit the gym for hours. But nothing works. Every time I close my eyes, I see her. I feel disgusted with myself for trying to replace her."He thought about Emily, the girl who had been in love with him since
Leaving Daniel behind at the airport had been one of the hardest moments of Emma’s life. She had watched him walk away, the weight of their past and the uncertainty of the future hanging heavy in the air. As she walked back to her cab, tears had blurred her vision, and she had struggled to hold herself together. The cab ride back to her temporary apartment had been a blur of conflicting emotions—grief, anger, and a deep, aching loneliness.The days that followed were a whirlwind of new beginnings. Emma had been fortunate to start her role as a resident in internal medicine at St. Vincent Hospital in Nashville. Thanks to a new law in Tennessee, international medical graduates like herself could begin directly as residents rather than starting from the bottom of the medical hierarchy. This law was a recent change that allowed her to bypass the traditional residency program after a two-year trial period, during which her performance would determine her future in the state’s medical field
Emma stepped off the plane and took a deep breath, savoring the familiar air of Istanbul. The month she had spent in the USA had been both exhilarating and exhausting, as she had navigated her new role as a resident in internal medicine at St. Vincent Hospital and found a good preschool for Lily. The transition had been challenging, but she was now settled into her new life, with her work and her daughter’s future in Tennessee carefully arranged.As she walked through the airport, her heart was heavy with anticipation. She had decided it was time to reach out to Daniel, hoping to find a way to discuss Lily’s future. She dialed his number, her fingers trembling slightly as she held the phone to her ear. The line rang once, twice, and then Daniel’s voice came through, a mixture of surprise and joy.“Emma? Is that you?”His voice, filled with a warmth that Emma had missed, made her heart ache. “Yes, it’s me. I’m back in Istanbul. I’d like to meet you if you’re free.”Daniel paused for a
Daniel’s POV I paced around my apartment, my thoughts in turmoil after Emma’s revelation. She had come back only to take Lily away, and the loneliness gnawed at me. I had spoken to Emma, my once best friend and lover, but her mind was set on forging separate paths. I was sick of hearing it, angry at her for wanting to take Lily. She didn’t have the right. She belonged to me. And so did Lily. Somehow, I found myself standing in front of Emma’s parents’ house. I knocked, my heart pounding in my chest. The door opened, and Emma’s mother, Karen, appeared, surprise evident on her face. “It’s not your typical day to come see Lily. What are you doing here?” she asked. “Did you know Emma is taking Lily with her?” I demanded, my voice tight with anger. Karen looked at me calmly. “What’s so unusual about that? She is her mother, and Lily is supposed to be raised by her. I’m proud of Emma for her decision.” I clenched my fists, frustration boiling over. “Why are you so against me? You