In the opulent corridors of Jan's sleek office building, the air of sophistication was abruptly shattered by the unexpected arrival of Polen, the ex-girlfriend who had long been banished from Jan's life. Her presence brought a note of discord to the typically smooth and polished surroundings, much to Jan's dismay.
As Polen approached Jan with a superficial smile, her graceful demeanor belied the venomous intent lurking beneath the surface. "Congratulations on your new marriage, Jan," she purred, her words dripping with insincerity. Jan's features hardened as he braced himself for what was to come, knowing all too well the storm that Polen often brought with her.
Turning to face her, Jan's eyes bore into Polen's, cold and unwelcoming. "I thought I made it clear that I wanted you to stay away from me, Polen," he reminded her sternly, a hint of restrained anger simmering just beneath the surface.
Undeterred, Polen smirked, her gaze unwavering. "Your new wife won't keep you for long, Jan," she taunted, a cruel light dancing in her eyes. "Just like your mother, she'll leave you too. It's in their lowly blood, after all."
The mention of his mother struck a raw nerve within Jan, igniting a fiery rage within him. Before he could check himself, he erupted, his voice laced with fury. "Get out, Polen. Leave and never come back," he commanded, his patience worn thin by her poisonous words.
With a flip of her perfectly coiffed hair, Polen sauntered towards the exit, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. Jan watched her retreating figure, a turmoil of emotions churning within him. The wounds she had reopened now festered anew, tormenting his already troubled mind.
Seeking solace in the numbness that only alcohol could provide, Jan retreated to the comfort of his lavish penthouse, intent on drowning his sorrows in a swirling sea of liquor. But fate had other plans in store for him that fateful evening.
Sanem, his unsuspecting wife, stumbled upon the sight of a disheveled and inebriated Jan, his usual composure shattered by the demons that haunted him. Shock mingled with concern in her eyes as she beheld the man she had vowed to stand by.
Seeing Jan drunk made Sanem devastated. But as Jan caught sight of his wife, he was abruptly reminded of Polen's ominous words echoing in his mind.
"She will leave you."
In that moment, Jan's expression hardened as he swiftly closed the door, leaving Sanem taken aback. As she gasped, a sense of unease settled over her when he suddenly gripped her neck, his fingers tightening, choking her with a fierce intensity.
"Do you want to leave me?" he demanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.
Sanem, overwhelmed with fear and shock, found herself thrown onto the bed by his forceful actions. The room filled with the sound of his anguish as he kicked the nearby table, his frustration palpable as she cried out in alarm.
"I possess wealth, looks, personality, and a pedigree. I refuse to be as foolish as my father, letting his wife walk away," he proclaimed, the intensity in his eyes sending a chill down Sanem's spine. There was no trace of love, only a possessive desire mixed with anger and a sense of entitlement.
"You cannot leave me, do you understand, you stubborn woman?" he snarled, his eyes filled with a mix of possessiveness and perhaps something resembling lust.
Sanem trembled as he began to unbutton his shirt, his determination evident. "I know how to control people like you," he asserted as he pinned her down on the bed, his lips claiming hers aggressively. Deep down, Sanem knew his actions were driven by madness, and she pushed him away, fleeing to the safety of the bathroom and locking the door behind her.
Jan's frantic pleas resounded through the opulent confines of the closed bathroom door, his voice carrying a desperate plea as he called out to her, "Open the door, Sanem..."
A heavy silence descended as Jan crumpled, overwhelmed and rendered unconscious by the weight of his impulsive actions. Meanwhile, Sanem, her eyes brimming with tears and her soul shaken to its core, grappled with the aftermath of his erratic behavior in the lavish surroundings of their residence.
As Jan slowly stirred back to consciousness, a wave of realization washed over him, leaving him speechless in the midst of the luxurious room. Surveying his surroundings with a profound sense of regret, he came to terms with the enormity of his mistakes.
"Sanem?" he uttered softly, his voice now infused with remorse as he noticed the solid barrier of the locked bathroom door. Desperation seeped into his tone as he implored her to unlatch the door, yet he was met with the sight of Sanem's tear-filled eyes. His heart shattered into a million fragments as he enveloped her in a tender embrace. "I'm sorry," he murmured, "I'm truly sorry, Sanem. I've acted abhorrently, monstrously." Tears welled in his eyes as he sought redemption. Sanem's initial fear slowly gave way to sorrow as she endeavored to console him.
Recalling how Jan had disparaged his father for letting go of his mother, Sanem felt an urge to seek answers. The following day, she paid a visit to Babanee, her tone and demeanor exuding elegance and grace.
Seynur's eyes sparkled with delight at Sanem's presence, yet she detected a hint of melancholy in the young woman's gaze. "What troubles you, my dear?" she inquired softly, her voice carrying a soothing cadence.
"Babanee, could you enlighten me about Jan's biological mother? Who was she, and why did she leave Aziz, his father?" Sanem's voice resonated with curiosity and compassion, blending seamlessly with the refined ambiance of Seynur's abode.
Seynur, with a sophisticated sigh, revealed to her companion, "Her name, my dear, was Halime. She hailed from a humble abode of peasants, yet her beauty was the exquisite talk of the entire town. My son Aziz, the burgeoning tycoon, was filled with an overwhelming pride. It was I who orchestrated their matrimonial union. Initially, Aziz vehemently rejected the notion of this union, repulsed by Halime's modest origins. However, the moment his eyes beheld her, he was captivated by her celestial allure."
Sanem, enraptured, nodded in deep contemplation. "Halime's heart remained tethered to the mountains of her homeland, a place to which she felt an indescribable bond. Meanwhile, Aziz's possessiveness grew, clouding his judgment as he harbored baseless suspicions of his cherished wife's fidelity. He shackled her with invisible chains, unwittingly suffocating her spirit with his unwarranted fears. It wasn't long before Halime bore their child, a son named Jan. On the very day of Jan's birth, Halime vanished from the confines of the hospital, leaving a trail of mystery and heartache in her wake."
After hearing about Jan's mother from Babanee's mouth, Sanem was heartbroken. The man she loved the most, and the first love of her life, her husband, was trapped in his trauma. Halime's disappearance had manifested those thoughts in his mind. When she returned home, she was lost in her thoughts. She gasped when suddenly Jan appeared before her. He was hurt when he saw her flinching at his sight.
"I.... I thought we could go out and have dinner today," he said with much difficulty.
Sanem was livid. "But I look gross," she said, pointing to her messy hair and clothing. She definitely didn't want to disappoint him on their first date. Her heart fluttered at the thought, but her statement was taken as a rejection by Jan, who thought it was her indirect way to deny him. He was furious.
"Doesn't matter. You are my wife. If your husband says it's fine, then it's fine," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the car.
Sanem was surprised, but she didn't speak much. The tension was palpable as they drove off, a mix of excitement and worry swirling in the air. What would this dinner date bring for the two of them? Sanem's heart raced with anticipation, hoping that this night out would mend the cracks in their relationship and bring them closer together once more.
Jan had talk and made arrangements through his friend Khalil who owned the finest restuarant.The ambiance was sophisticated, with a touch of elegance that made Sanem feel out of place, like a misfit among the glamour and prosperity that surrounded them.
As they sat down at their table, Jan took the lead, ordering a jumbo ice cream for Sanem. She was taken aback by his gesture, seeing it as a sweet way of apologizing for the earlier awkwardness. Grateful and surprised, she eagerly dug into the ice cream, savoring the sweet treat.
However, her joy was short-lived as she noticed something strange in the ice cream. A faint squeak caught her attention, and before she knew it, a rat emerged from the dessert, making her scream in shock. Jan, equally startled, looked on in disbelief.
"How can a rat end up inside the ice cream, let alone a living one?" Jan exclaimed, his brows furrowed in confusion. Upon closer inspection, they discovered wriggling worms infesting the once appetizing dessert.
Just as Jan was about to address the alarming situation, Khalil appeared, offering his sincerest apologies for the unfortunate incident. However, Jan's sharp gaze caught a familiar figure passing by in the corner of his eye, prompting him to make a bold move.
Before anyone could react, Jan grabbed the person and forcefully removed the mask, revealing Yigit. A mixture of surprise and anger filled Jan as he confronted the man responsible for the tumultuous events unfolding around them.
"So, it's your doing?" Jan accused, his tone laced with indignation.
Yigit chuckled darkly, unleashing his pent-up resentment. "You snatched the woman I loved," he uttered bitterly, his eyes glaring with malice.
In a fit of rage, Jan smacked Yigit across the face and then turned to Sanem, pulling her close and kissing her passionately in front of Yigit. The act made Yigit cringe in disgust and jealousy, while Sanem, caught off guard, flushed with embarrassment, seeking solace in Jan's protective arms.
"Whatever you do, the truth shall prevail," Jan declared firmly, asserting his love and commitment to Sanem. "She is my wife."
Enraged by Jan's defiance, Yigit attempted to strike back, but Jan skillfully dodged his attack and retaliated, delivering a swift kick to his groin. Yigit sprawled and Khalil got him arrested.