Chapter 170

The door creaked open.

Murat hesitated before stepping inside, his breath hitching the moment he took in the space before him.

The room was simple—medium-sized with a single bed pushed against the wall, a wooden side table, and a small desk with an old-style lamp resting on it. But it wasn’t the furniture that stole the breath from his lungs.

It was the walls.

Every inch of them was covered with framed pictures of him—his childhood, his teenage years, his early business days. School awards, college graduations, newspaper clippings of his success. Every milestone, every achievement of his life was displayed there, preserved as though someone had been waiting to show them to him all this time.

On the floor, neatly arranged, were his favorite toys—ones he hadn’t seen in over two decades. Video games he had long forgotten. Books he once loved but had left behind when his world shattered.

Meena wiped her tears, trying to control her emotions. “Mom made