Unveiling Shadows: The Politician's Secret Bride

The sound of your mother's voice cuts through the morning quiet, pulling you from your thoughts. "Rumeysa, come home early today. You know Gabriel is coming, and we're invited for dinner at your uncle's house to celebrate his arrival and discuss important party matters," Mrs. Dawood says excitedly.
But you remain silent, focused on your breakfast, lost in your own world. Your mind is a whirlwind of memories and anxieties about Gabriel's return and what it might mean for your future.
"Are you even listening to me, Rumeysa? I'm talking to you!" your mom exclaims, her voice rising with a mix of concern and frustration. She places her hand on her hip, her eyebrows furrowing.
"I'm listening, Mom," you reply in a flat tone, your eyes never leaving your plate. Your voice is detached, a stark contrast to your mom's urgency. You rattle off a fabricated busy schedule to avoid the dinner, the true reason for your reluctance a heavy secret in your heart.
