“I want a divorce from you, Elias.”
His jaw tightened so hard the muscle visibly flexed near his temple.
A dangerous silence followed.
Then after several long seconds, he slowly unclenched it and inhaled through his nose.
“You’re angry right now,” he said coldly, forcing calm into his tone. “I’m not going to take these words seriously.”
His tone softened slightly, though his posture remained tense.
“You can stay here and calm down.”
Amara stared at him in disbelief.
Her expression twisted instantly.
Fury.
Heartbreak.
Disappointment.
Everything crashed across her face at once.
Did anything she said ever matter to him?
She asked him for a divorce.
And his response was that she was simply angry?
Elias closed his eyes briefly and took a long breath. When he opened them again, some of the frustration inside them had faded.
Slowly, he walked toward her.
Amara instinctively stiffened the moment he came closer.
Elias lowered himself onto the floor in front of her, despite the expensive suit stretching and wrinkling against the cold marble beneath him.
His hand reached toward her waist carefully, fingers brushing the side she had hit against the table earlier.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered quietly.
His thumb rubbed gently against the sore spot through the fabric of her dress.
“I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you.”
Amara’s eyes were glossy with tears, her lashes wet as she stared at him silently.
Seeing her like that made something dark flicker in Elias’s expression.
His voice softened further.
“Don’t be upset. I’ll buy you a necklace.” His voice softened further. “And a bag. What else do you want?”
He searched her face carefully.
“How about I get you everything released this year?” he said, almost trying to soothe her like a child. “I’ll have Kaya arrange everything in your closet herself.”
