Carlos's POV
"Oh?" My mood lifted at the welcome news. Work had consumed me so completely that I'd lost track of time. I hadn't realized so much time had passed since Grace departed.
What stuck with me was the crushing loneliness without her presence, prompting me to video call her every evening just to glimpse her beautiful face before collapsing into bed.
"Did you book my flight, Vita?" I asked.
"Yes, Sir. Your flight to Canada is confirmed. Just arrive at the airport in the morning—departure is late morning."
"Understood," I nodded. Finally, I could abandon this insufferable woman in that icy hellhole after tolerating her garbage for so long. She'd been so unbearable that I fantasized about hurling her through a window and watching her splatter like roadkill.
Naturally, this presented the perfect chance to ensnare Amara.
