Chapter 37
After so long—after a deep plunge into darkness—I began to surface and opened my eyes.
Consciousness returned gradually, like dawn light creeping into a dark room.
I tried to move my hands, my legs, but everything felt heavy and disconnected.
I tried to speak, but my voice came out hoarse and weak.
I called out for Ayaz and Can, and then felt the warm touch of his hands on mine.
“Ayaz…” I whispered.
My heart leaped, and I slowly opened my eyes again.
I saw his face right there beside me, holding my hand with an expression of joy, tears glistening in his red-rimmed eyes.
He was holding our son Can, who looked at me with curiosity.
My chest swelled with tenderness. I couldn’t believe I was alive and had finally woken up.
“Eda, my one and only, you woke up!” he said, his voice choked with emotion.
My trembling hands reached out toward him. He placed Can in the crib and touched me, and I felt the comforting warmth of his skin against mine.
“Ayaz…” I repeated his name, my voice weak.
“I was so afraid of losing you, Eda,” he said, tears in his eyes. “I tried to be strong, for you and for Can. But every day you were in that coma, my heart broke a little more.”
I couldn’t say a word, but my expression said everything. My gaze got lost in those brown eyes I loved so much, and a faint smile curved my lips.
“I felt you, Ayaz, even in the coma,” I said softly. “The warmth of your hands, Can’s gentle touch. I never wanted to leave you—you’re everything to me.”
“And you’re everything to us, Eda!” he exclaimed gratefully. “Now that you’re back, Can will be able to grow up hearing your stories, knowing how much you love him. I never let him forget his mother.”
Ayaz told me everything that had happened during the months I was unconscious.
My father had died during the rescue operation, but I couldn’t help feeling grateful to be alive.
Some rumors said he’d been murdered by someone from my own family who wanted to seize control of the organization, but my son’s father convinced me to let it go.
I was no longer part of that family—since Can was born, I’d become part of Ayaz’s life.
“So, my baba… he…” Even after everything my father put me through, I felt sadness for him.
“He didn’t make it, Eda,” he said with regret, noticing how I was feeling.
“During your rescue operation, after he shot you, something went wrong for him, and he took a bullet straight to the head. Some say it might have been someone connected to me, but there are also rumors about your own uncle or someone from his faction seeking power. The truth is, he’s gone. ”
“My father…” I said, my voice choked.
“I know it’s difficult, Eda, but he got what he deserved. And you don’t belong to that family anymore—you haven’t for a long time. Now you’re part of my life… our family. You’re a Yavuz now,” he said gently.
Silence fell over us for a moment, but it was loaded with meaning, with promises of love and support.
A few days passed. I had been discharged and was already recovered.
It was then that Ayaz called me to his room to talk.
I didn’t know what to expect, but when I arrived, I saw he was on his knees before me—something I never imagined seeing—asking forgiveness for everything he had put me through in the past. My heart swelled with surprise.
“Eda, my one and only, my life, I can’t erase the past, or the stupid things I did…
” he said humbly. “I feel deep regret for every mistake I made. I’m asking forgiveness for every pain I caused you, for rejecting you and our son, for doubting your love and sincerity and not believing your words.
I was wrong, blind, consumed by selfishness and arrogance. ”
I couldn’t believe what was happening. Ayaz, the cruel one, had stripped himself of his pride and was asking me for forgiveness. I could barely contain my emotions. Tears streamed from my eyes, and I knelt by his side.
“Ayaz, I never expected to hear this from you, but I accept your apology. Life is made of mistakes and triumphs,” I said lovingly.
“I’m not perfect either, and I’ve made mistakes too.
I’ve already forgiven you, long before all this.
What matters is the present and the future—I want to build our story, the three of us, together.
Now, more than ever, we have to work together to raise our son and move forward. ”
I felt a great weight lift from my shoulders.
Our eyes met, and he pulled me close to his muscular body, hugged me tightly, and kissed me with desire. My arousal swelled when he sat me on the nightstand and spread my legs, claiming my body as he rubbed his hardness against me.
Ayaz dragged his teeth along my neck while pulling my pants down along with my panties, then tugged off my blouse. I clung to him, wrapping my legs around his waist as he picked me up, his hands running over my ass.
I sank my fingers into his dark brown hair, delighting in its softness. He kissed me again, more possessively this time, our tongues teasing and tangling in a sensual, deep dance.
He laid me on the edge of the bed and stripped off all his clothes, revealing his perfect, virile cock. I moaned, screamed, and pulled his hair as he moved over me and buried his mouth in my pussy.
“Ah! Ayaz!” I begged, not even knowing what I was asking for, my entire body overwhelmed by an avalanche of ecstatic sensations.
I no longer had control over myself or my actions. My hips took on a life of their own, moving against Ayaz's body while he devoured me and sent me spiraling into deep spasms.
Unable to resist, I came, my entire body writhing as the overwhelming force of my orgasm swept through my veins.
Ayaz, wasting no more time, sucked my breast, and while touching me with lust, thrust into me all at once, plunging completely inside me, making my body sink into the mattress.
I opened wider, giving him room to move, while he relentlessly drove in and out of me as I ground against his body.
Holy shit! Out of nowhere he started pounding into me with deep, firm strokes, his hands greedily exploring my body. He picked up the pace, making me gasp.
“Ah, Allah!” I moaned loudly as the second hot wave of orgasm swept through my entire body, lighting up every nerve ending.
“Fuck, Eda!” he growled, his breathing ragged, until the last spasm drained from his body, his muscles going slack.
He collapsed on top of me, satisfied, then pulled me into his arms, caressing my back until I fell asleep. We didn’t exchange another word—there was no need. Everything that mattered had already been said.
And so, time gave us a second chance, and in that moment, we grabbed hold of it with everything we had, determined to write a story full of triumph, forgiveness, and a bright future with our son Can. Finally, our hearts were at peace, ready to live a true and lasting love.