DILAN'S POV
As sunlight seeped through the window, I was already awake, having spent a sleepless night. It was five in the morning. I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. When I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn't recognize the girl staring back at me. My eyes were swollen from crying, and dark circles had formed from sleeplessness.
I placed both hands on the sink and leaned closer to my reflection, not taking my eyes off myself for even a second. I couldn't believe how worn out I looked. The price of carrying an unrequited love in my heart for years was evident in my tired eyes and weary body. Did the love in my heart even matter now? I was Berdan's wife, yet at the same time, I wasn't.
Last night, he had left me in the room and gone to Rojda. This meant that the thought of
