She turned her face slightly toward them again.
“I’ve made my decision. I’m moving on. I don’t want any ties with my past anymore.”
Her voice softened just a fraction, but it carried something tired beneath it.
“Since he doesn’t like me…” she added with a faint, self-mocking smile, “it would be a little embarrassing to spend ten years of my life in a one-sided marriage.”
Juliet clicked her tongue, still clearly dissatisfied, her brows drawn together as she leaned forward again like she wanted to argue more—but stopped herself.
Amara straightened slightly, her expression shifting. Her eyes moved toward Jasper with a sharper focus now.
“Did you find anything about my accident two years ago?” she asked.
Her voice dropped a little. More serious now.
“What really happened that night?”
Her fingers tightened subtly against the fabric of the couch as she continued,
“I’ve been trying to understand it. That accident… it was so goddamn brutal. It took me such a long time to recover.”
Her gaze sharpened further.
“I know I wasn’t driving recklessly. I don’t speed like that. So what really happened? Did my brakes fail? Did I swerve? Was it the red light?”
Jasper reached forward slowly, grabbing a glass of water from the table. He took a slow sip before answering, his expression turning more serious.
“I’ve been trying,” he said honestly, lowering the glass. “For months.”
He shook his head once.
“There’s nothing. No records. No clear trace. It looks like a normal accident on paper.”
Amara’s brows tightened slightly.
“And you don’t remember anything from that night? Not even a fragment?”
Amara’s jaw tightened slightly. She shook her head once, slow and certain.
“Nothing,” she admitted quietly. “I’ve tried to recall it, but it’s just… gone. Like a blank wall in my memory.”
A faint, uneasy silence settled over the room.
Jasper frowned, leaning back again but more serious now.
“That’s strange,” he murmured. “A crash like that… memory loss is possible, sure, but usually there’s at least something. A sound. A flash. Anything.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, thinking.
“You broke multiple bones in that accident. So maybe trauma blocked it out… or maybe something else is going on.”
He looked at her more directly now.
“But yeah… it would’ve helped if you remembered even a little.”
Amara let out a quiet breath and shook her head again.
“I don’t,” she said simply.
