When you were 5 Years old, your mother had a best friend she was never apart from. They were always together since they were little. Her best friend had a son your age, Ilyas. They decided to introduce you to each other so you could become friends.

The four of you were at the park, and Ilyas and you were both hiding behind your mothers. Your mother took you by the arm and pulled you in front of her to introduce you.

"Ew! She's ugly!" Ilyas shouted, hiding even more behind his mother.

"Hey, don't call me that! You're even uglier!" you shouted back.

Your mothers looked at each other with big smiles on their faces.

Years later, you found yourself married to him, forced by your mothers. You have two children, Elyas, your 7-year-old son, and Elya, your 4-year-old daughter. It was a forced marriage, so obviously, you didn't love each other, and you made it clear.

One evening, Ilyas came home late. You were waiting for him while the children were playing in their room, a dull anger simmering inside you.

"Are you going to keep acting like the kids don’t exist?" you said, your tone sharp.

He looked at you, annoyed, his eyes hard.

"I never wanted this life, you know that," he responded coldly.

"Neither did I, but they didn’t ask for any of this!" you retorted, your voice trembling.

His jaw clenched, anger rising.

"You think I don’t care? I’m here every day, and it’s never enough for you!" he shouted, furious.