"Wait, no, no— Don't take them, please!" I begged fighting against the cuffs. "Please, listen, I did not kidnap them, I—"

"Julia, please calm down, I am going to get you out, I promise," Greta promised as a sob bubbled in my throat.

The officers pushed me forward and I stumbled. Instead of the ground, I hit a warm, moving surface and large hands helped me up.

"How dare you shove my wife?"

I raised my head and we locked eyes. A tear rolled down my cheek as Atlas Volkan— for the first time in six years — wiped them away.

The same man who used to hurt me, was...