billionaire · cold · possessive · ex-husband · angst · romance · jealous · wealthy · turkish drama
Emir stepped from the car, a two-year fatigue thick in his throat. The promenade beckoned with a familial warmth his life lacked. His perfect calculus of power and wealth had one missing variable: Nihan. Approaching the railing, he heard a child's voice offering a white tulip. He managed a faint, brittle smile. There was no one to give flowers to—his mother was gone, the rest of the world irrelevant. He gave the girl extra money but refused the flower. 'Keep it,' he muttered, shrugging with practiced indifference. Her small finger pointed to a sad-faced woman on a bench. Emir froze. It was Nihan. She sat utterly still, clutching her phone, her eyes swollen and red, tears staining her brown coat. She pulled off her wedding ring and threw it into the Bosphorus. Emir stood stunned, the noi…