She placed both hands against his chest and pushed him back, creating distance between them.
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” she said flatly. “It’s over. The past is over, and whatever we had between us is over too.”
Her voice carried no anger anymore, which somehow hurt even more.
“So you don’t have to apologize. You can’t change the past, and I can’t keep expecting things that will never happen.”
She stepped farther away from him.
“Now leave.”
“I’m not leaving,” Elias said immediately.
His hand shot out, grabbing her waist before she could move farther away. He pulled her back against him, lowering his forehead against hers.
“I’m sorry I didn’t pick up your call,” he murmured roughly. “I thought you were going to ask for a divorce again. I was terrified of answering and hearing you say those words.”
His grip around her tightened slightly.
“There was already so much chaos in Australia. I was trying to deal with everything there, and I…” He shut his eyes briefly. “I couldn’t handle hearing you ask to leave me too.”
“Don’t worry. I get it,” she replied quietly.
There wasn’t even a trace of emotion on her face anymore.
She gently pulled herself away from him again.
“You were busy. I can’t expect you to be available for me all the time.”
The indifference in her voice made something twist painfully inside him.
Amara had always been emotional with him—needy, clingy, expressive. Even when they fought, she still looked at him with feelings in her eyes.
But now there was nothing.
No anger.
No sadness.
Nothing at all.
It felt like she had already given up on him completely. Like she no longer expected anything from him anymore.
A heavy silence filled the room.
Near the doorway, Felix had quietly stepped inside, but he didn’t interrupt. He simply stood there with his head lowered, staring at the floor.
Elias’s attention remained locked on Amara.
He reached up slowly, cupping her face in his hand before tilting her head up toward him.
“Why didn’t you contact me?” he asked hoarsely. “Why didn’t you call Felix? Why didn’t you text me?”
His brows furrowed painfully.
“You could’ve sent me one message, Amara. Just one message, and I would’ve come back immediately.”
Amara frowned at him.