The move to the new house on the outskirts of Istanbul took place that same afternoon, in a deathly silence broken only by the sound of tires on the wet pavement.
Just as he had promised, Sebastian kept a respectful distance. He didn't try to invade my space in the car or force a conversation I wasn't ready for.
The property was a beautiful place, surrounded by a garden that exuded the scent of damp earth and pine trees, a perfect haven of peace for the remaining months of my pregnancy. But the external peace couldn't calm the storm raging inside me.
Something had been gnawing at my conscience since the previous day, a loose end that my own pride and the tide of events had temporarily made me ignore: Mr. Aslan.
Remembering the humiliating way Sebastian had treated him in his own office
