Amara calmed down.Seeing this, Maxwell released his hold and slowly sank into his chair, his eyes never leaving her.He thought about the misunderstanding and how messy everything had become.
"Leave," Amara uttered, her voice a mere whisper.
"I won't," Max replied firmly.
"Are you just going to sit there and watch me?" Amara asked.
"Yes," Max said.
"Are you a pervert?" Amara said sharply.
"I'm your husband," Max replied.
"We divorced eight years ago," Amara said.
"I never signed the papers," Max said.
"Just leave me alone," Amara said.
"No," Max said.
"What are you thinking?" Amara asked.
"Thinking about how stupid I am," Max said.
"I knew that ten years ago," Amara said.
"Yeah, I know," Max said.
"You look old," Amara said.
"Of course, you made me old," Max replied.
*He's still handsome,* Amara thought.
"Why are you so obsessed with me? Just say you hate me and leave. I know I deserve it for what I did to them," Amara said.
"They're alive, Amara," Max said.
"I'd rather believe my own eyes than my ears," Amara said.
"Fine. Suit yourself," Max said.
They stared at each other, expressionless.
"Are you obsessed with me or something?" Amara asked.
"Yes. Do you understand that now?" Max said.
"Can't you just leave?" Amara asked.
"I won't," Max said.
To their surprise, the door swung open, and Amara's breath caught in her throat. Standing there was a boy who bore an uncanny resemblance to Max, * I know he looked like him.......I should have just run * yet his eyes were a striking blue. Perhaps her exhaustion was playing tricks on her, Maybe he was tired of yelling to Max.
"What are you doing here?" Max asked the boy, his voice a mix of concern and irritation.
The boy looked up at him, sadness flickering in his gaze, mingled with a hint of fear. "I heard screaming," he said, his voice trembling as he tried to meet Amara's eyes, his own welling with unshed tears.
"Leave now," Max commanded.
"But Dad..." the boy said with unspoken emotions.
"Axel, leave!" Max yelled at the little boy. Scared, Axel quickly closed the door behind him.
Max turned to Amara, running a hand through his hair as he approached her. He took one of her hands.
"Let my hand go, go to your bastard son" Amara said firmly.
But Max tightened his grip, tying her hand to the bed.
"Great," Amara replied sarcastically. " Now I can't run." She said mockingly
Max knew what he had done was foolish, but he couldn't think of any other option. He glanced at her one last time before turning and leaving the room.