Yugh now lived an existence of extreme freedom, but it was a freedom born of emptiness. The savings from his career would last him about six months. He had read Zahra's diary as much as he needed to, absorbing its painful truths. Now, the gnawing question was the three missing pages. Someone had torn them out, and Yugh was convinced it was because they contained a crucial secret. 🥊
"The diary was found in father's study... but did he take them?" Yugh questioned silently. He knew, with a growing determination, that he had to get to the bottom of this;the beginning, middle, and end.
"To solve this mystery, I need help from someone else who knows about the accident," he thought aloud. "The police don't seem to be pursuing it with any urgency anymore. So it's up to me. But who can I turn to?" 🤔
After a period of solitary contemplation, the only suitable answer surfaced. It was someone who shared the same wound, someone who had also been deceived, and someone who, like him, was navigating the wreckage left behind.
"I can't reveal family problems to outsiders...so the only person I can ask for help... is her. Anisa."
It was a startling conclusion. The woman he had once blamed, whose presence brought back memories of his wife's betrayal, was now the only logical ally in his quest for the full truth. Their shared pain and their unique, parallel positions as the deceived spouses created a fragile, necessary bridge. With a resolve born of desperation rather than desire, Yugh decided to reach out to Anisa. The hunt for the missing pages, and the final, unvarnished truth of Zahra and Zayan's story, would require them to become reluctant partners. 🤝