"Slow down, Meral. If you attack Taya now, King Orig will crush you. Remember, you no longer have that child to use as an excuse to remain in the palace like before," the man said, his grip firm on her arm as he pulled her into his embrace.
Meral's chest heaved with anger. Her hands trembled, clenched into fists. Taya had humiliated her publicly, and her son's careless behavior had worsened the situation. A wave of hatred surged through her, not only for Taya but for everyone who dared to be associated with her.
"You don't understand a thing! That harlot won't rest until she drives me out of Orig's life!" Meral spat, her voice sharp as steel. She yanked herself away from his hold, her eyes blazing with fury.
The man raised his brow, a mocking smile on his lips. "Since when have you been part of Orig's life? Wasn't your marriage just a convenient act?" His words cut deep, the truth behind them undeniable.