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Chapter 2 - When dreams come true. Omer

- I called Sinan. He told me everything. Even what you do not know.

"What do I not know? " He asked indifferently.

- For example, the reason why Defne agreed to a game of love for rent. After all, I understand correctly? Did you not listen to her? More precisely, you did not listen to anyone? You cut off all the guilty ones and proudly left ... without leaving even a chance ...

Omer froze. How well she knows him.

- Am I so predictable? - I asked ironically.

- As it turned out, yes. If you remember, once you did the same with me. You did not even try to understand. Just erased me out of your life.

She was right. Omer understood this. After two months of agonizing thoughts and arguments with himself, he also came to this conclusion. But his damn pride wouldn't let him come back. He was waiting for the first step from Defne. After all, before she always did it.
But not at this time. She never called. She did not write. Not explained.
And signed the documents for divorce.
Omer pressed his palms to his face and pressed his fingers hard on his eyes.
- And what was the cause of Defne? - asked deafly.

Iz took his hands and pulled his palms away from his face. She looked into the dark, inflamed eyes and answered:

"Her brother's life was at stake. He owes. As you know, not to the bank. Neriman offered her a deal ... You were a stranger to her at that moment, and her brother was beloved one. Her family. You can not blame Defne for what she agreed.

So that's the reason. Her brother was in trouble, and Defne ... this is Defne ... without thinking about herself, rushed to drag him out of trouble.

- I do not blame ... I do not blame anymore. Even for being silent and lying, I do not blame, - he smiled bitterly. - I am not one of those people who can be trusted without thinking. Now I understand that.

He really understood. Having scrolled all his life in his head, he realized that he valued principles more than people. So it was easier. The rules are simple and clear. This is good, this is bad. Black - White. And the people ...

"Then why aren't you returning to Istanbul?" Why not talk to Defne? "She signed the documents for the divorce," for a moment the impenetrable mask flew off his face, and it was distorted from unbearable pain.

Iz felt sorry for him. To tears.

When Omer flew to Marseille two months ago, she was delighted. She decided that this was her chance. He will forget his passion for Defne, and they will again become Iz and Omer. A magnificent couple who will conquer the world of fashion of the old Europe and of Paris itself.

But her dreams melted away every day. Omer was no longer the former Omer. Life seemed to be pumped out of him. Empty shell. Dead look. Indifference to everyone and everything. Every day he sank deeper into himself and his thoughts. He did not show suffering, but Iz felt how they tear his heart and destroy him from within. She understood that she was obliged to help him.

Since Omer himself was silent and did not explain in a word why he ran away from his wife the day after the wedding, Iz called Sinan. The conversation was long and difficult. But as a result, she learned the whole sad and ambiguous love story for hire ...

Looking closely at Omer in the eyes, she asked firmly:

- And who initiated the divorce? Defne? Or you?

- What's the difference?

- Big! - she struck the table with her palm and leaned forward. Peering intently into his eyes, she covered by hand his clenched fist and said: - Omer, sometimes you need to give a damn about pride and make a step towards. Make it. Show Defne that you need her. Prove that you are a person she can trust.