Sedar was taken through to the back exit of the airport after landing in Istanbul to avoid the paparazzi who were circling the premises like a bunch of vultures.  He didn't think the media was a worthy adversary for the inside scoop on his betrayal of his wife. As far as he was concerned, he had nothing to say to them; the country did not have the privilege of knowing everything about him at any given time. And when it came to Mercedes, he felt compelled to defend her status at any cost. Besides, he really wanted to get home and have a chat with his büyük baba, who he felt leaked his marital status the moment his lawyers would've found out, after doing a deep dive on his divorce case without his knowledge. He climbed into his black jeep, feeling exhausted from living a tiresome lifestyle, and drove back home.   As he entered the living room, he noticed his büyük baba sitting on the sofa, reading the newspaper and sipping Turkish tea.

Three days later... Istanbul, Turkey...   "There is someone here to see you, Mr Ozturk," Neriman informed Sedar over the phone. "I requested that you cancel all of my appointments." He mumbled into the phone. "Ah... This is not a scheduled appointment. But I'm afraid you'll kill me if I don't tell you that this person is someone you'll want to see." He looked at his watch, it was 6 p.m. and he rubbed his irritated hand across his face. He'd returned from New Zealand with a slew of blunders that needed to be fixed. The team Mercedes had assembled to complete the complex had refused to work under Ali and had defected to Aytac's firm. 'That slimy creep would gladly take my left nutsack if he could.' He thought to himself as he accidentally snapped the pen he was holding in half.  He threw it across the room, pulling a bottle of whisky and two glasses from his top drawer. Whoever came to see him would have

Sedar entered his ensuite, turning on his shower as he undressed, getting out of his rain-soaked suit with shivering limbs. He stood under the hot water as it sprayed over his cold body and thought about Mercedes before she left for New Zealand. Reminiscence... He'd returned Mercedes to her hotel room to collect her belongings and change before driving her to the private hangar where he pays to keep his jet. "Are you really going to keep your first encounter with me a secret?" She looked at him with wide eyes, aghast. "Evet, not every memory is meant to be shared." He chuckled at her as they walked towards the jet, her luggage in his hands. "I really wish you had showered before you brought me here. You're going to catch a cold." As she touched his arm, she shook her head. "I survived a major car wreck; a head cold is nothing." He said sarcastically, winking at her with a broad smile on his face. He couldn't bring himself to te

Sedar sat inside the jet, anticipating Mercedes' arrival with a bouquet of flowers and a chilled bottle of wine on the table. He figured he'd take the initiative and surprise her. Three days had passed too slowly for him, especially since his büyùk baba had moved out and it was just him and the house staff at his home. He felt lonely and believed only his wife could fill that void. When Mercedes appeared in front of him, she was dressed in loose track pants, a fitted singlet, a long cardigan, ugg boots, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun. He had to stop himself from laughing because the laughter that threatened to erupt from his belly was burning inside him like lava, engulfing everything it touched. When her eyes met his, she screamed, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and her hand covering her tired, make-up-free face from him. He stood up, picking up the flowers, and approached her with an amused expression on his handsome face. "Hoşgeldin

"Ahhhh, Mrs Ozturk." Neriman rushed over to her, having witnessed her and Sedar exit the elevators hand in hand. "Are you back for good?" She said as she drew her in for a massive hug. "She is, indeed, Neriman. You now have five minutes to go around and inform everyone." Sedar laughed as he looked at her. "I don't need five, but I'll gladly take them." She spoke as she leant in and gave Mercedes another quick hug before fleeing. "You're so mean to her," Mercedes gasped,  slapping Sedar on the arm, playfully with a smirk on her face. "Do you know how many daddy lawsuits I'd get if I was kind to every woman I know, a month?" He gave her a sceptical look as he shook his head from experience. She rolled her eyes at him, aware that he was speaking the truth but unwilling to admit it. He guided her to his office by placing his hand on the small of her back. As they entered, he took her hand in his and led her to his desk, where he sat in his of