Carefully, she tried to slide out of Elias’s arms without waking him, her movements slow and controlled. But the moment she shifted, his body reacted instantly.
Elias jerked awake.
His arms tightened around her waist again, firm and instinctive, as if her leaving had triggered something in him even before he was fully conscious.
“Where are you going?” he asked hoarsely, voice thick with sleep.
“I’m leaving,” Amara answered flatly, already trying to pry his arm away.
Elias pushed himself up slightly, still half-dazed. Before she could get off the bed, he caught her wrist.
“No.”
Amara frowned, tugging her hand back. “Let go.”
“Amara, I have begged you so many times,” he murmured, his voice softening, eyes growing heavier and more intent as he leaned closer to her. “Marry me again. We can sleep together like this every day from now on.”
For a second, something flickered across Amara’s face—shock, disbelief, something sharp and wounded. Then she let out a quiet, bitter scoff.
She shoved his hand off her wrist roughly.
“Elías,” she said in a low, cold voice, “you don’t even care if I live or die. Why would I marry you again?”
His brows pulled together, confusion replacing the haze in his eyes.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, staring at her. “I don’t understand.”
Amara’s chest tightened at the sight of his blank confusion—the same one she’d seen before, the same one that always made her feel like she was speaking into a wall.
“You never will,” she said quietly. “And I won’t waste my time anymore.”
Something in her chest cracked painfully as she said it.
Before he could react, she shoved him off her fully and swung her legs out of bed. The sharp pain that shot through her made her inhale sharply, but she didn’t stop.
Amara grabbed her purse with trembling hands, forcing herself to steady.
Elias was already sitting up behind her.
“Amara—” he began, voice sharper now.
But she didn’t look back.
She walked out of the room and the door closed behind her with a loud thud.
***
“Fucking hell,” Elias gritted out, dragging a hand through his hair as he tried to steady his breathing. Agitation burned inhis eyes as he stood in the middle of the room, frustration and displeasure written all over his face.
It had started as nothing more than a small fight between them. During the argument, he had agreed to the divorce because she was upset, thinking she would calm down and eventually come back to him. He had never imagined that once he truly let her leave, she would become this stubborn—and refuse to return.
He had believed that if he spoiled her enough, made her happy enough, she would eventually forgive him and come back on her own.
But months had passed… and she still refused.
The harder he tried to get close to her and bring her back, the more distance she created between them. It was slowly driving him insane. Everything was becoming harder for him to handle.
His phone suddenly rang on the table.
