Title: Shadows of a Mistake
Blurb / Synopsis:
She was only nine when curiosity led her to the digital world — an innocent mistake that left her scarred and distant from others. Years later, she meets Mahan — a man who seems perfect in every way: wealthy, respectful, and gentle. He offers her the love she thought she'd never deserve.
But fairy tales don't last forever.
When Mahan walks away, leaving her shattered once again, she finds herself at a breaking point. Standing on a rooftop, ready to give up, she must decide: Is love worth losing everything for? Or is this the moment she finally begins to heal and live?
A journey of healing, strength, and the emotional scars that shape us.
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Chapter 1: The First Click
I was only nine.
Nine years old, sitting alone in my room, the afternoon sun slowly crawling across the floor as I stared at the glowing screen. I wasn't looking for trouble. I wasn't looking for anything, really. Just… company. Someone to talk to.
My parents were busy. My friends were outside, but I didn't want to play. I wanted someone who would see me.
That's when the message appeared.
"Hi. You're really pretty. How old are you?"
I hesitated. A stranger. But he seemed kind. His profile picture had a gentle smile. And in my innocent heart, I felt a flutter. I wanted to be seen. I wanted to feel special.
So I replied.
And that… was the first click that changed everything.
I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't understand his intentions. But I trusted him. And in that blind trust, I gave away something I could never take back.
He was much older. Experienced. And he knew exactly how to play the role of the "nice guy." He never forced me. But he knew how to make me feel guilty when I didn't respond the way he wanted. His silence hurt more than anything.
He was sick — twisted in his ways. He asked for things I didn't fully understand, things no child should ever hear. Photos, poses, acts I couldn't grasp. I was just a kid, lost and naïve, thinking that doing what he asked would make him stay.
But the loneliness that came with it was the worst part.
Years passed. I grew up.
And when I finally realized what had truly happened, I wasn't the innocent little girl anymore. I had survived, but I was broken.
I made a promise to myself: Never again.
But my heart still longed for someone. Someone who would love me for who I truly was.
Then came Mahan.
He was different. He had everything — wealth, respect, kindness. But he never crossed any boundaries. He never touched me without my permission. Not because he didn't want to, but because I didn't let him. And he respected that.
He was the first man who stayed beside me without wanting to take anything away.
And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could finally lean on someone