It was not the drama she wanted to create in which Esma entered the stage as the heroine who saved her from the villains. In her scenario, Erhan was the one she wished to be her hero, the main character in her story.
"Why did it have to be her? Why did Erhan not even care for me?"
Her chest thumped faster, failing to extinguish the flame of anger inside it. In a second, Yara threw her bag on the bed from which her belongings scattered on the mattress.
Devastated, she dropped to the floor; her palms covered her teary eyes while her mouth trembled, fighting against her cry not to burst out of it.
The buzz of her phone jerked her; after brushing her tears, her hand touched the screen of her gadget. A text from that man popped up there.
"Finally you've made a good decision. See me in th
