Chapter 76

Murat sat at the dining table, sipping his coffee with a heavy heart. Every morning, he was greeted by Selina, but the lack of warmth in her responses only deepened his sense of isolation. It was like being trapped in an endless ocean of pain, with no one to rescue him.

He watched as Selina entered the room, her heels clicking sharply on the tiles. She looked radiant in a blue above-knee skirt and a matching deep cleavage blouse—uncharacteristically unprofessional, yet undeniably alluring.

“Good morning,” Murat greeted with his usual smile, trying to bridge the growing distance between them.

Selina responded curtly, “Good morning,” before a maid hurried to pour her a glass of fresh orange juice. Murat’s gaze followed her, noticing her appearance with a mixture of concern and longing.

“I’m going to Ankara for a week,” Selina announced, sipping her juice.

“Why all of a sudden?” Murat asked, surprised by the sudden news.

“My company organized an exh