"The evidence is clear!" shouted the prosecutor, pointing a finger at her. "She entered that mansion. She wore the silk nightgowns. She looked at her husband’s nephew with a gaze that could melt the Marmara Sea!"
The courtroom was packed. Every auntie in Turkey was there, clutching their prayer beads in one hand and a smartphone in the other. In the center of the room stood Fatmagül, looking small in her floral cardigan, her eyes wide with confusion. FatmagГјlГјn SuГ§u Yok Biz Onu Bihter SandД±k
Fatmagül blinked. "I… I just want to bake bread. I live in a farmhouse with Kerim. Who is this nephew?" "The evidence is clear
"I've been telling you!" Fatmagül sobbed. "I'm the one with the tragic backstory and the sheep!" looking small in her floral cardigan