Ajie had been watching them stealthily. He saw them at the side of the stage when Allie wrapped up her arm around Hayri's waste. He saw those tender eyes Hayri gave to her and saw the intimate way Allie talked to him. The sight was ripping his heart apart but he knew that was part of the price he had to pay for letting her go. She was pregnant of Hayri's child and the thought of her in Hayri's arms aggravated the pain.
He followed her through his eyes everywhere, finding a chance to congratulate her personally for the intricate works of her hand. When he saw her leaving, he assumed that she was going to a powder room. He rushed to catch up to her, only to see her staggered.
Her weight on his arms in the impact of her sudden fall was nothing compared to the pressing weight in his heart. He knew that somewhere in her lower abdomen, a fetal heart was beating.
