“Mrs. Volkan, what do you have to say about the accusations leveled against you?” A reporter spat as blinding camera flashes lingered.

Atlas’ grip on my waist tightened. “The press conference will start soon, and we’ll answer all your questions.”

“Mr. Volkan, is it true that you were in an asylum?”

I shut my eyes, resisting the urge to run my hands through my hair.

When Atlas suggested a press conference, I was against it. I rejected the idea because I didn’t want him to be questioned and insulted as well.

Atlas refused to see reason. He was determined to clear my name in front of the entire world.

“Yes,”...