“I did call you.”
Elias went still.
“I called Felix too.” Her voice remained calm, almost detached. “You hung up on me, and told me you’d call me back.”
Her lips curved bitterly.
“But neither of you did.”
The color slowly drained from Elias’s face.
“And I did text you,” she continued, her voice so calm it almost felt detached, like she was talking about something that no longer mattered to her. “I sent you a lot of messages. Since you were in Australia, I thought normal texts might not go through, so I messaged you on Instagram instead just so you’d see them and talk to me.”
She looked directly into his eyes.
“I sent so many messages, Elias.”
Her voice stayed frighteningly calm.
“And you never answered a single one.”
Elias frowned in confusion and immediately pulled out his phone. “I didn’t get any messages.”
He looked at her sharply, disbelief written all over his face.
“What are you talking about? Are you sure you sent them to the right profile? Maybe you made a mistake—”
He quickly opened his messages and scrolled through them, but there was nothing from her.
His brows furrowed harder.
“Look.” He turned the phone toward her immediately. “There’s nothing here. I didn’t get a single message from you. Why the hell would I ignore you if I had?”
Amara took the phone from his hand and scrolled through the messages herself.
There was no sign of her name anywhere.
Before she could say anything, Elias suddenly turned toward the doorway.
“Felix?”
His voice was sharp enough to make Felix tense instantly.
Felix lifted his head carefully before speaking in a cautious tone. “Mr. Creed… you should check the restricted accounts list. I think the messages went there.”
Elias immediately took the phone back from Amara and opened the settings. His fingers moved quickly across the screen before pressing on the restricted messages folder.
Several spam accounts and unwanted messages appeared.
And right in the middle of them—
Amara’s name.
The second he saw it, his entire expression darkened.
His head snapped toward Felix so fast it almost looked violent.
“What the fuck,” Elias barked, his voice echoing through the room, “is my wife doing in restricted messages?”
