—“Alexander, please, you have to believe me! I didn’t do it!” —I beg him with all my strength.

—“Why would I believe a vulgar woman like you, Aslin?” —he says with disgust.

Immediately, he grabs my arm and drags me out of the room, throwing me to the floor without mercy, in front of everyone.

—“Guards, hold her tight and don’t let her escape!” —he orders firmly.

They come toward me and seize me without hesitation.

—“No, Alexander! What are you doing? Please, make them let me go! I’m innocent!” —I scream, crying uncontrollably.

—“Take her to the car,” —he orders again, and the guards drag me away as if I were a criminal.

As we leave the hospital, they shove me into a van while Alexander follows closely behind. He throws me inside roughly, and my head hits one of the seats. I scream in pain. Seconds later, I feel the van begin to move.

—“Alexander, please! What are you going to do to me? Let me go, I swear, I didn’t do anything to your mother! I would never do that! I beg you!” —I cry o