Semua Bab After His Eyes Opened: Bab 21 - Bab 30

My heart ached, my limbs felt heavy, my lungs felt like they were drowning in a vacuum, and my eyes? They wouldn't stop watering. I hated it. I hated all of this. My fists tightened at my sides as I entered the car. I sat in silence for a few seconds before reaching for my phone. This was it, it was time to give Atlas Volkan a taste of his own medicine. "You know exactly what to do, Greta," I said once she picked out. She murmured a protest but I ignored her. "I don't care about what you think. I want him to pay for it and this is the only way." I cut the call before she could continue speaking and sped down the road. The drive to my apartment took several hours and when I finally arrived, Damien was sitting on the couch. The brown-haired man sat up. "You are here? I was so worried. I looked for you everywhere," I brushed past him and took off my coat. "You didn't have to go through so much stress." I turned and he took my hands into his. "You don't deserve this either.

“Look, Julia.” Damien took my hands into his, “I am here now. We are all with you. Say your truth. Expose this man—” The crowd fell into silence as my hand collided with Damien’s cheek, then another and another. He raised his hand and I flinched away only to freeze when I couldn’t feel an impact. I opened my eyes to see Atlas holding Damien’s hand and crushing it under his grip. “How. Dare. You?” Atlas gritted. “How dare you even think of hitting my wife?” Damien’s eyes widened as he realized where he was. “I…” he glanced at the crowd. “This is not the truth. I—” “This is the entire truth. This is his real face.” I spat, stepping forward. “He wears a pretty suit, has a soft tongue, and is so attention and perfect.” My heart twisted in my chest as I recalled how he fooled and used me. “Damien is every woman’s dream, until his mask falls off,” My breath hitched. “And then you see someone else, something devastatingly dark.” “This doesn’t change the fact that he stole

As he sped down the road, Atlas' grip on the steering tightened. "If it wasn't me, would things have been different?" The car pulled to a halt and he turned to look at me. "Excuse me?" "If I didn't 'make' Ryle kill himself," I air quoted "and we met on different stakes," I licked my lips. "If we were just two people who met, would things be different?" The car started and silence filled it as he continued driving. "You need to pick a side, Atlas—" "You did it." he finished for me, his voice strained as he struggled not to break the steering. Our eyes locked. "You killed him, Julia. You abandoned him and drugged me—" "I—" I stopped myself when I realized I was about to defend myself again. "it doesn't matter. This, what happened back there, it doesn't," my heart twisted in my chest. "Because in the end, I will always be your culprit, right?" "You must hate me a lot, right? So, why are you trying to help me? Why are you fighting Damien—" "To get my company back."

“Julia!” Atlas’ voice broke through the fog in my head. I raised it and we locked eyes, even through the fog, I could see the fear in his green orbs. “A—” I coughed, wincing at the burns on my skin. The door slammed open and the dark-haired man rushed inside. “What the — what the heck is going on?!” Atlas doesn’t curse. “Why are you under that? Are you okay? Why is this place on fire?!” “B-baby!” I cried as he tried to lift the roof. I shook my head and reached for his leg. “Don’t worry, Julia. I am going to get you out of here, Just trust—” “Save the baby Atlas! The baby! Not me!” I broke out, sobbing. Atlas froze. “What baby?” I turned, pointing at the woman on the other side. Atlas stumbled as if he hadn’t seen her before and maybe it didn’t. Maybe for the first time in three years, Atlas only saw me. “You want me to save someone else?” “Yes.” “You are under… you are going to die, Julia.” He asked, watching me like he was seeing through me like he struggl

“It was girl,” Atlas murmured, his grip on the steering tightening as he sped down the road. I didn’t speak. “I mean the baby,” His eyes met mine through the driver’s mirror. “Raina, baby.” I averted my gaze, holding my breath as I drowned in the silence. “Where are you taking me?” “Home.” Our eyes locked. “You don’t even know where my home is, Atlas.” I retorted and watched as his grip on the steering tightened, there was a flicker in his blue eyes before he sighed. The silence reigned for a while, maybe a few minutes and hours, I watched as the streets blurred together, with no destination in mind even though he was driving. I parted my lips to ask for a location but the car pulled to a halt. Atlas’ forehead creased, his knuckles had turned white, small puffs of air escaped his lips and for a second, it seemed like he was fighting every fiber of his being to stay calm. “If you want me to get out, I–” “Why?” His voice cracked and I stilled. “Why did you