Chapter 86

Ayleen thanked the air hostess and slumped against her seat. Though her body was tired, she felt ecstatic thinking about her family and Pakistan. As the pilot announced the takeoff, Ayleen clutched her seatbelt tighter.

This was it—she was leaving the place where she had spent eight years of her life. She had faced tough times, cried the most, and had panic attacks, yet she managed to make it through. She would truly miss Martha, Zinta, and Uncle Ibrahim the most.

It still felt so unreal that she was finally free from the clutches of that devil. The memory of Murat was enough to wreck every nerve in her body. He had made her swim in an ocean of fire with his endless torture and humiliation. He truly wasn’t bluffing that day; he did divorce her.

‘Good riddance,’ Ayleen thought, smiling as she dismissed his memory. The plane took off, its blades cutting through the air, and soon she was among the clouds but her smile faltered as she remembered Selina and thei