Both of you are standing in the living room, now. No one wants to speak, only silence comes between you. He wanted to scream, he wanted to throw things, but he couldn't.

Many questions enter his mind, and he is already questioning his value, and everything that the two of you have. He looked at you, with tears forming in his eyes.

He gently hold your hand, "Am I not enough for you, my wife?" he asked as his voice trembled. Mazhar was about to cry because of the pain and sadness he felt.