Even the ticking clock on the wall suddenly sounded deafening in the silence.
Amara could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.
Slow. Weak. Breaking apart little by little.
Then her voice softened completely.
Almost like she no longer had the strength left to scream anymore.
She looked at him through blurred tears, her body shaking faintly as she whispered,
“What else do you want from me, Elias? Do you even see me as a human being?” she whispered brokenly. “Or am I just another thing you own?”
Elias’s jaw clenched hard. The tendons in his neck flexed visibly. The muscles in his shoulders tightened beneath his shirt while his fingers curled slowly at his sides.
But before he could answer—
“I want a divorce.”
Chapter 3
The muscles in Elias’s shoulders locked instantly beneath his suit jacket, his fingers twitching once at his sides as if the words had physically struck him.
For the first time that night, the cold control on his face cracked.
Amara saw it.
That brief flicker.
Something terrifyingly close to panic flashing through his dark eyes.
But she was too exhausted to care anymore.
Too empty.
She remained sitting on the floor beside the table, motionless, her back pressed weakly against the edge. Strands of hair clung messily to her tear-stained cheeks, her breathing shallow and uneven from crying too much.
Meanwhile Elias stared at her as if he couldn’t process what she had just said.
The color slowly drained from his face.
Then finally, he spoke.
His voice came out stern.
Restrained.
“You married me only a year ago.” His brows furrowed deeply, lines forming between them as he stared at her. “Aren’t you afraid of disappointing your parents?”
“I’m not.”
She answered instantly.
Without even a second of hesitation.
Her swollen eyes remained fixed on him.
Empty.