Fatmagгјlгјn Suг§u: Yok Biz Onu Bihter Sandд±k

As Fatmagül was led out to safety, Bihter took her place at the stand. She poured herself a glass of water, looked the Judge dead in the eye, and smirked.

Suddenly, the heavy mahogany doors of the courtroom swung open. A woman stepped in, the click of her Louboutins echoing like gunfire. She wore a fur coat over a cocktail dress, her hair perfectly coiffed, and a look of supreme boredom on her face. It was Bihter. Fatmagülün Suçu Yok Biz Onu Bihter Sandık

"Wait," the Judge whispered, putting on his glasses. "The one in the cardigan... she’s actually crying because she’s sad? Not because she’s being manipulative and dramatic?" As Fatmagül was led out to safety, Bihter

(Fatmagül is innocent... we just thought she was Bihter!) and smirked. Suddenly