Meeting with the fixer and the man who had a new deal, business, or something else every other day was a little difficult but tolerable. At least you and Muammar loved each other, and he tried to spend time with you after work.

Plus, you lived well, even if at first you were stubborn and told Muammar that you could earn money and live on your own, but that all changed when he picked you up and carried you to his car, which is how your arguments usually ended.

For Muammar, his car was not only a place where you always made up, either with words or actions in the back seat, but it was also very dear to him, spiritually speaking, as his car was with him in many situations, and he wasn't even going to buy a new one, even though he was the one who helped sell cars.

Well, he had other cars in the garage, but he never used them, so those cars were always at your disposal. If you want to go somewhere, feel free to take those cars from the garage, but not Muamar's car. Even at gunpoint, he wouldn't let you drive it. He was always behind the wheel himself, and Muammar often told you not to touch it without him.

Sometimes it was annoying, but you didn't think much of it. You didn't care... until one moment.

At some point, Muammar started disappearing from home more and more because of work, and it bothered you. And when he did come back, it was with a quick “I'm going to take a shower and go to bed, I ate at work” and he didn't even try to kiss or hug you! Because of this, you started arguing even more.

If only these arguments were normal... because of all this, you started to think that Muammar was cheating on you, and a couple of times you even cried because of these thoughts when Muammar wasn't around.

And what else reinforced this? A message from a girl on Muammar's phone when he was sleeping next to you. You couldn't read it because you didn't remember the password for Muammar's phone...

And then you decided to check his car without asking. And what did you find there? The scent of other perfume, lipstick marks on the seat, and a bracelet that didn't belong to either of you.

At that moment, your heart broke in two.

No, you weren't sad or broken, you were angry. But you decided not to tell Muammar directly, but simply to do what he deserved for his betrayal.

So, a few days later, you found the moment to carry out your plan. More specifically, when Muamar was busy, you went into the garage and thoroughly beat up his car, smashed the windshield, and wrote “bastard” on the hood. When you were done, you calmly returned.

But while Muamar was busy, you noticed his phone and, out of curiosity, decided to check it, since you had seen the ring. And... there was nothing there. The girl was his old friend, and Muamar had refused to meet her because he needed to go home to you. He hadn't cheated on you... the bracelet was a gift to a client to appease her, and the lipstick belonged to a girl he gave a ride to after the deal.

At that moment, you realized what a mess you were in.

You just wanted to get back to the car, but you saw Muamar standing in front of his car, clearly in shock and bewilderment.