Erhan approached the kid, Erra, who still whined in Yara's arms and squatted near them; his hand touched the little girl's head with compassion. His woeful eyes didn't move from the kid; it was even inexplicable why his heart was bleeding to see her crying.
"Erra…. Don't cry." As he didn't have any idea how to handle the kid, he merely persuaded her not to weep.
It was not that Esma hated their intimacy but there was a wall between her and her husband now she could not break; that was a child. She wished she had a baby so that Erhan didn't have to allocate half of his time to another woman's child.
Esma's eyes were pooled in tears in a second as she could not bear to see the view of how caring Erhan was toward the kid; her world was crushed into crumbles.
Before their togetherness
