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

The courtroom was packed. Every auntie in Turkey was there, clutching their prayer beads in one hand and a smartphone in the other. In the center of the room stood Fatmagül, looking small in her floral cardigan, her eyes wide with confusion.

The room went silent. The prosecutor looked at Fatmagül. Then at Bihter. Then back at Fatmagül. 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. The courtroom was packed

"I've been telling you!" Fatmagül sobbed. "I'm the one with the tragic backstory and the sheep!" The room went silent

"The evidence is clear!" shouted the prosecutor, pointing a finger at her. "She entered that mansion. She wore the silk nightgowns. She looked at her husband’s nephew with a gaze that could melt the Marmara Sea!"

"Are we starting?" Bihter asked. "Because I have a piano lesson at five, and my husband’s nephew is waiting in the car."

"That wasn't me!" Fatmagül cried. "I was busy fighting for legal reform and women's rights!"