Chapter 150

Murat leaned back against the cold leather of the office couch, his body sinking into its contours. The exhaustion from the day weighed heavily on him, but his mind refused to relent. The fire, Berat’s words, and the looming uncertainty gnawed at his thoughts. He shut his eyes, desperate for a moment of calm. Instead, a vivid memory overtook him, pulling him into a time he had thought he had buried forever.

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[Flashback]

It was late spring, Istanbul was alive with color, and the vibrant energy of the city seeped into the small garden balcony of their penthouse. Murat stood shirtless, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his chest as he watered the delicate daisies and tulips Selina had planted. She sat nearby, cross-legged on the outdoor rug, scrolling something on her iPad.

“Why do you always water them this much?” Selina teased, looking up from her iPad with a playful glint in her eyes.

“Because you always forget,” Murat countered with a smirk, sett