LA VÉRITÉ DÉVOILÉE! Demet à la fête–elle avait dit « tournage »,Can l’a vue sur les réseaux sociaux!

THE TRUTH REVEALED! Demet at the party—she said "filming," Can saw it on social media! Friday night, Can was home alone in Milan. The phone rang: Demet was calling. Video call. They talked: "How are you? How was your day?" Demet said, "Filming tonight, night shoot, it'll finish late, I'll be tired, I'll go to bed early." Can understood. "Okay, good job." They said goodbye. Can ate dinner alone. Watched TV. Nine o'clock, ten o'clock, eleven o'clock. Late. Tired but unable to sleep. He picked up his phone. Opened Instagram. Scrolled. Stories. A story from Selin, Demet's friend. Party photo. People. Music. He zoomed in. Demet was there. At the party. She was laughing. She was dancing. Can froze. Demet had said "filming." But she was at the party. The story was posted at 11:00 AM. An hour earlier. Demet had been at the party around 10:00 AM. But at 7:00 AM she had said "filming." A lie! More stories from the same party. Demet was dancing. She was laughing. Happy. No filming. Can was shocked. Why lie? Was the party a problem? Was having fun wrong? No. But she had lied. Can called. The phone rang. She didn't answer. Busy. He wrote on WhatsApp: "I'm calling you. Answer." Seen. But no answer. Ten minutes. More stories. Demet with Selin. Selfie. They were laughing. Can got angry. "Answer. Why did you lie? You're at the party. Not filming." Seen. But no answer. Can paced nervously. What to do? Wait until morning? The trust was broken. After midnight. Instagram. The party continued. Demet was still there. Group photo. Ten people. Demet in the center. Can closed the door. Couldn't watch. But wasn't asleep. Eyes open. Why the lie? Was the party shameful? Why hide it? No logic. Endless questions. At one in the morning, Demet called. WhatsApp. In the street. The party was over. "Sorry, Can. I was busy. The party was noisy. I didn't hear the phone. I saw the messages but I couldn't reply. I'm going home. I'll go to bed early. Let's talk tomorrow." Can remained silent. "Party? Didn't you say filming? Night shoot?" Demet stopped. Frozen. Can said, "I saw you in the stories." Demet's face changed. She paled. The lie was out. What could she say? She couldn't. Can waited. Demet said, "There was a shoot. But it was canceled at the last minute. Friends called." “I went to the party.” Can didn’t believe her. “Why didn’t you say so? Why didn’t you warn me?” Demet: “I wanted to say so. But you were busy. I forgot. It wasn’t important.” Can: “Not important? Lying isn’t important? Trust!” Demet wept. “You’re right. I should have said so. It’s my fault.” Can: “Excuses aren’t enough. Intentional lie. The real reason?” Demet: “I wanted to have fun. You’re in Milan. I’m in Istanbul. Alone. Friends called. But I knew you wouldn’t understand. You would have been angry. So I said filming.” Can didn’t believe her. “Did I ever forbid it? Did I say don’t have fun? Don’t go to parties?” Demet fell silent. Can was right. Never forbade it. She had made it up. Can: “What else?” What have you been hiding now? How many lies? Demet: "Sometimes. Always parties. I said filming. So you wouldn't be sad. So you wouldn't feel alone." Can was angrier. "Sometimes? Not once? Always a lie?" Demet wept. "Never again." Can was tired. "I can't talk now. I'm angry. Let's talk tomorrow. Think about what you've done." Demet: "Okay. Tomorrow. I love you." Can didn't answer. He hung up. Demet was left alone. In the street. Crying. Can was gone. Angry. She went home. Crying. "What have I done? Why did I lie?" Can was right. Never forbidden. She had made it up. In Milan, Can didn't sleep. In Istanbul, Demet didn't sleep. Trust was broken. Morning. Saturday. Demet wrote: "Can we talk?" Can read. No reply. At ten o'clock he called. Demet answered immediately. Her eyes were swollen. Red. She had been crying. Can said: "I've been thinking. You lied. Several times. Why? Am I bad? Am I being difficult?" Demet: "No. Not you. The problem is me. You're in Milan. I'm in Istanbul. Far away. Difficult. I'm alone. At parties I forget. Then guilt. You're far away. I'm having fun. Unfair. So I hid it." #CanYaman #DemetÖzdemir #Lie #Party #Instagram #Story #SocialMedia #Midnight #Shock #Trust #Transparency #LongDistanceRelationship #CelebrityNews #PartyLie