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The man who held me like I was something holy.

The man who swore he wouldn’t let me go—had never really been mine to begin with. I felt something inside me twist and snap, and it was worse than fear, worse than pain.

It wasemptiness.

His wife turned back to him with a smirk, placing her manicured hand on his chest like she knew exactly where to drive the knife. “Look what you’ve done to the poor girl by lying to her,” she cooed.

And I flinched like she’d slapped me. Brenda reached for me, her hand soft and steady on my arm, but I couldn’t take her comfort. Couldn’t takeanything.I ripped away from her and ran.

I didn’t look back.

Didn’t think.

Didn’t even know where I was going.

I just knew I had to get away before I shattered completely, because if I broke here, in front of all of them, I’d never be able to piece myself back together again.

Behind me, I heard his voice. Raw. Desperate. “Zeynep—wait—”

But I didn’t wait.

I didn’t stop.

I ran into the night like I had the first time.

Like I was running for my life.

Because it felt like I was.

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

SHE RAN.

Ifuckinglether run.

My body was frozen, but my mind was roaring, every instinct telling me to go after her, to fix it, but I couldn’t move.

Becauseshewas still here.

The woman who had just torn my world apart.

She was smirking, standing there like she’d done nothing more than knock over a drink, not just ripped Zeynep’s heart and mine out in front of the entire club.

The room was still silent, everyone waiting for me to move, to react.

I finally did.

My fist slammed into the table beside me.

Glasses rattled. A bottle tipped over. The sound cracked through the air like a gunshot.

My wife—no, the woman I was fucking done with—arched a brow.

“There he is.”

I turned my head slowly, locking onto her with a look that should’ve put her six feet under. Fuck her, I needed to find Zeynep.

The second I took a step forward, a hand grabbed my arm.