As he said it, he looked at Joanna with unmistakable tenderness. Her heart seemed to stop for a beat.
“Then I’ll pay it,” Kasim finished. Nevin shot to her feet. “Kasim, think about what you’re saying,” she snapped.
“I have been thinking my entire life,” he answered calmly. “Now I’m finally deciding.” He lifted a hand, stopping the attorney before the man could speak. “I formally give up anything that keeps me tied to this house against my will.”
Joanna could barely breathe. “Kasim…” was all she managed.
He looked at her gently. “I choose you—not because you’re perfect, but because with you I get to be myself. With them, I’ve always been a shadow of who I am,” he said.
The attorney sat stunned. Nevin had gone pale, realizing she had lost. “You will regret this,” she said through clenched teeth.
“The only thing I regret is waiting this long to live my own life,” he answered. Then Kasim turned to Joanna and took her hand. “Let’s go,” he said softly.
Together they walked out of the house. It had all happened so fast Joanna could barely process it. They made it to the wrought-iron gate in silence, and when Kasim opened it, she finally spoke.
“Kasim, tell me honestly—are you sure? This is everything. Your old life, your plans, your future. You just walked away from all of it.”
He turned to her and gently took her face in his hands. “Joanna, none of that was ever truly mine. Those were other people’s plans. Other people’s expectations.”
“What I actually want is to be with you,” he said. The words caught in her chest. Once they stepped out onto the street, he stopped again.
“You know,” he said with a small, nervous smile, “I really thought I was about to lose everything. But now…” He let out a long breath. “Now, for the first time in my life, I feel like I actually have something.” “What?” she whispered, tears in her eyes.
He bent and kissed her forehead softly. “Freedom,” he said. “And you.”
Joanna closed her eyes. And for the first time in years, she felt what it was like not to be judged, measured, or pushed into someone else’s mold. She was loved for exactly who she was.
