“He holds the largest share, but his two brothers also hold a significant amount.”
“How does he know Amara?” Elias asked sharply.
His eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze on Jasper and Amara standing together. His expression tightened, confusion flashing briefly before hardening into suspicion. They stood too close—too comfortable—like they had known each other for a long time. Jasper pointed at something on the page, leaning in just enough that his shoulder nearly brushed Amara’s.
Amara followed his finger carefully, her expression focused.
Elias’s jaw tightened.
His fingers curled at his side before slowly relaxing again, like he was forcing himself not to move.
Felix stepped slightly closer to him, lowering his voice.
“As far as I’m aware… Mr. Creed, I don’t think she ever mentioned any connection with Mr. Frost. She didn’t say anything about knowing him in the past, did she?”
Elias snapped his head toward him instantly. His glare was sharp enough to make Felix stiffen on the spot.
Felix immediately forced a strained smile.
“I-I only asked… because you’re married to her, Mr. Creed. That’s all.”
Elias’s glare lingered on him for a second longer, heavy enough to make Felix feel suffocated before he finally turned his gaze back to Amara.
Jasper said something that made Amara glance up briefly, a faint smile touching her lips.
That small moment—the effortless ease between them—was what snapped something inside Elias.
His expression darkened further.
“Three months,” Elias said, his voice tightening. “We haven’t seen each other for three goddamn months.”
He took a step forward without realizing it, eyes locked on them.
“She says she loves me,” he continued, bitterness slipping through his restraint, “but she hasn’t even looked at me properly for one goddamn minute.”
His gaze flicked briefly to Amara’s face. She was still standing there with Jasper. Still listening. Still present—but not with him.
Elias exhaled sharply through his nose. His voice rose, anger finally breaking through.
“And when I didn’t come home last night,” he added coldly, “she didn’t even care. She used to call me a hundred times every goddamn night. What the hell changed in three months?”
His hand lifted slightly, pointing toward Amara before dropping again, as if he was forcing himself not to react further.
“Now she acts like I don’t exist?” His jaw clenched. “Suddenly she’s this—this indifferent woman who doesn’t give a damn about her husband?”
Felix hesitated, watching his face carefully.
Before he could respond—
Elias’s hand dropped sharply, and he dragged it through his hair in agitation before shoving it back into his pocket. His other hand remained half-lifted, tense in the air as if he couldn’t decide whether to restrain himself or explode.
Something in Elias’s expression finally cracked through the restraint.
“Where are the divorce papers I asked you to bring?” he snapped at Felix without looking away from Amara.
Felix hurriedly opened his bag, fingers fumbling for a second before pulling out a thick stack of documents.
He stepped forward and raised his voice deliberately so it carried across the space.
