Who is that woman?

"Fatih, you don’t understand!" Arzu sobbed. "Kerem never boarded the plane! He never checked into the hotel! He literally… he walked out that door and vanished. His car’s still here — he took a taxi! How can they not accept him as missing?! We need to file a lawsuit!"

Fatih tried to hold her steady, keeping his voice calm. "Arzu, please... I spoke to the officer. He’ll explain when we get there."

But Arzu’s breathing was ragged, her words tumbling out in a broken rush: "Fatih, I’m scared... It’s been two weeks since Kerem disappeared. I can’t even look at Mert’s face anymore! What will I say when he asks, ‘Where’s Daddy?’ He’s already getting cranky, missing him… I can’t comfort him anymore."

Her voice cracked, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks. Each word she spoke seemed to chip away a piece of her soul.

Fatih clenched his jaw, rage and fear burning simultaneously in his eyes. "We’re almost there, Arzu. Come on... let’s finally get some answers."

"Okay."

The hour-long wait at the police station had drained what little patience Arzu had left. The cold walls and the ticking of an old clock made every second feel heavier. She finally couldn’t take it anymore and shot up from her seat.

"This much waiting is not normal!" she snapped. "I’m a lawyer! Someone needs to give us answers, or this will turn into a lawsuit!"

A police officer gave her a firm look and lifted his hand, signaling them to come over. "Come with me, please."

Arzu and Fatih followed him, their hearts pounding. The desk was littered with old, stained documents and cold cups of tea. The air was thick, suffocating.

The officer gestured toward the chairs. "Sit down."

Arzu sat anxiously, her palms sweating, her heart hammering in her chest. Finally, the officer spoke:

"We’ve completed the investigation regarding your husband… but we cannot classify him as missing."

Arzu’s eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

The officer took a deep breath and pulled out some documents from the file. "Because your husband is a fugitive."

Arzu’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Her breath caught. "I don’t understand... What are you saying? Listen, officer, my husband is a respected businessman! These are baseless accusations! You’re just delaying this on purpose!"

The officer, expressionless, laid the documents on the table. "Your husband," he said gravely, "has defrauded 58 shareholders, including you. The scam totals nearly 120 million dollars."

Arzu’s heart seemed to stop beating.

"And..." the officer continued, "he purchased two tickets, fled abroad. First stop: Thailand. Beyond that, his trail is lost. That region is notorious for networks that create new identities and make people disappear across the world. In short, your husband ran away."

The room fell into a heavy silence. Arzu’s eyes became glassy. Her pulse slowed, her ears buzzed. The words couldn’t fully reach her mind; they just echoed endlessly inside her: Your husband ran away…

At that moment, Fatih hissed through clenched teeth: "He ran off... with that woman."

Arzu’s eyes sparked to life again, rage coursing through her veins like a bolt of lightning. She snapped her head toward Fatih and demanded, her voice trembling with fury: "What woman?!"

Author’s Note

Hello, I’m Angelina a Turkish author with many completed books published across various platforms.

I mostly write in the genres of romantic comedy, romance, sensuality, crime fiction, and Ottoman harem stories.

Since my original works are written in my native language, you might notice a few mistakes here, as I'm writing to you in English — with a little help from my translation tool.

If you can feel the emotions behind my story, then I warmly invite you into my colorful world.

Grab your coffee, settle into your favorite chair, and let's begin.

Happy reading

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Sending love!🪷