Page 111 of The Bittersweet Bond

"What are you thinking?" she asked, throwing on a black leather jacket and shaking out her hair.

Evin smirked.

"I lost more weight in the shortest time than I ever thought I could. Guess it all paid off in the end. Now the clothes actually fit perfectly."

Milka burst into laughter, as if she only half understood the weight of what had just been said.

"Oh, come on, you’re a fucking supermodel!"

She turned toward Evin, giving her a playful tap on the shoulder.

"Sergej might’ve been the biggest idiot ever, but if you came out of it looking even hotter… Well, cheers to that!"

Evin let the dress fall carelessly to the floor and stepped in front of the fitting room mirror.

Her gaze met Milka’s in the reflection—

and the uncomfortable silence settled between them like a heavy cloud.

Would telling Milka even change anything—or would it just make everything painfully real?

She opened her mouth, then hesitated, the words stuck in her throat.

Deep down, she already knew the answer.

"I have to tell you something…"

Evin’s voice faltered.

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Finally, she had told everything.

Every horrifying detail.

Milka sat in silence, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, but her eyes betrayed everything she was feeling—disbelief, anger, and above all, pain. Pain that she hadn’t seen it, pain that she hadn’t been there for Evin when it had happened, pain that she had never even suspected a thing.

“And you… you just kept all of this to yourself?”

Milka’s voice was quiet, careful, as if she was still trying to process the weight of what she had just heard. Evin simply shrugged, as if her words had carried no real significance, as if the past had already lost its power over her.

"What was I supposed to say? That my first time was shitty? Everybody knows that already."

She forced a smirk, trying to push the topic aside with a light remark, but Milka wasn’t having it.

“That wasn’t just shitty, Evin. He—”

She cut herself off, shaking her head as if she was still searching for the right words, her frustration evident.

"That should have never happened."

Evin exhaled slowly, tying her hair back, her fingers moving with the kind of mechanical precision that came with avoiding a truth too painful to fully acknowledge.

“Maybe.” Her voice was barely more than a murmur.

“But it did. And talking about it won’t change anything.”

Milka watched her for a long moment, something raw flickering in her eyes, as if she was trying to hold herself together, trying to keep her emotions from spilling over.

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