YUSUF'S POV
I was dragged out of the Xozan mansion, kicking and screaming. When Berfin pulled her hand away from mine, my world fell apart. I had been holding her hand tightly, resisting letting go, but she pulled away and simply waited for me to leave.
When I got into my car, I winced from the pain in my stomach. It wasn't the few blows I'd taken from Agir Xozan's men that hurt me physically, but rather what had happened. I tried to erase this moment from my mind by squeezing my eyes shut.
"My wife," I whispered in anguish. "Yusuf Ali Haznedar's wife... They're taking my wife away from me."
As I pounded the steering wheel, my phone's melody filled the car. Seeing Cüneyt's name on the screen, I almost didn't answer. When I put the phone to my ear, Cüneyt spoke in a panicked voice.
"Yu
