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Chapter 10 Confrontation

He could. He gathered all his strength, pulled himself together, and when the lawyer entered the office, he was faced not by a grief-stricken man, but by a calm and confident man with a cold gaze of black, penetrating eyes. He stood at the table leaning on his hip and arms crossed on his chest. On his proud face, as if carved from stone, not a single muscle flinched at the sight of the visitor. Omer didn't budge, didn't go to meet the guest, didn't reach out and Kerem didn't do that either. He stopped in the middle of the office and greeted him with restraint.

"Good morning," Omer answered with a heavy gaze, scanning the person who entered. The guy was short, thin, but with a proportional figure. The face was smoothly shaven, with the right features, it seemed quite young, and in the bright blue eyes, there was no cautious cynicism inherent in all experienced lawyers.

Well, Defne for Omer's happiness, doesn't know how to choose a lawyer. Slightly pushing his chin forward, Omer spoke in a tone that could turn any opponent into a trembling creature:

"How can I be useful?" I will ask you to be brief. Through, "he looked at his watch," I have a meeting after seven minutes.

But the guy did not shy away. In the same way, he raised his chin and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I can handle it," he promised ironically. - The conversation will not take much time. I represent the interests of your wife, Defne Iplikci.

The moment when he spoke the name of Defne didn't hide from Omer who was closely watching him. His voice trembled slightly, and a soft expression appeared on his face. It was fleeting, but Omer, watchful for capturing emotions, noticed it and the green-eyed monster awoke in his chest. It breathed fire and paralyzed his mind. His teeth clenched and fingers tightly clung to the edge of the table.

"Mrs. Defne wants a divorce," continued the lawyer. "She signed the documents, and if you do the same, then in a week both of you will become free people."

- And if I don't sign them? - Omer asked sarcastically.

- Then, also in a week, you will have to find time in your busy schedule to participate in the hearing. You state your arguments, and Mrs. Defne hers.

"I will not give Defne a divorce," Omer said firmly. - Never, ever. So pass it on to your client. Better she gives up this stupid undertaking and returns home.

Mentally calling Iplikci a self-confident moron, Kerem, smothering his emotions, looked into his eyes and with a cold calm in his voice said:

- The decision to divorce you or not will be made by the court. And I will do my best so that it is in favor of my client.

Omer went right up to the lawyer and, looking down at him, gritted his teeth:

- I, too, will do everything possible and impossible to prevent it.

He did not even try to disguise the threat. The duel of their gazes resembled a battle. The black eyes glowing with dark fire crossed with the determined blue ones and none of them wished to concede.

The battle of gazes was interrupted by Derya. She looked into the office, reminded the boss that they were waiting for him in the conference room, and immediately disappeared.

Omer went to the table and, nodding at the door, said:

"I dare not hold you anymore."

Kerem nodded restrainedly and headed for the door.

Omer watched him go. His soul was torn to pieces. Jealousy burned him inside. The pride demanded to be silent, and the heart - to hear at least a word about his wife.