Felix looked seconds away from passing out.
His face turned pale as he straightened nervously by the door.
“M-Mr. Creed…” he stammered. “About six months ago, you told me your constant calls and messages were distracting you from work and important business deals.”
He swallowed hard under Elias’s terrifying stare.
“You ordered me to restrict anyone who kept texting or calling about non-business matters. People who constantly messaged you on Instagram or spammed your phone…”
His voice weakened.
“So… I added them to the restricted list.”
Elias stared at him in disbelief.
“And you put my wife on that list too?”
The fury in his voice was terrifyingly calm now, which somehow sounded even worse.
Felix didn’t even dare nod.
Elias looked one second away from grabbing something and smashing it across the room.
“Get the fuck out,” he snapped viciously.
Felix immediately stepped back, more than ready to escape. He opened the door so quickly he nearly stumbled before hurrying out of the room without another word.
The door shut behind him.
Silence filled the room again.
Elias slowly turned back toward Amara.
Confusion, guilt, and something almost shaken lingered across his face.
But Amara didn’t look affected by any of it.
If anything, she looked exhausted. Like she just wanted everything to end already.
Elias looked back down at the phone in his hand.
Then he opened her messages.
And froze.
There were so many.
Dozens of unread texts.
Messages sent late at night. Messages sent early in the morning. Missed calls. Paragraphs. Short texts. Pleading messages.
All from Amara.
His chest tightened painfully as he scrolled through them one by one.
He hadn’t even known she was trying to reach him.
Elias’s eyes fell on the very last message.
