How else would he know where she was?


    Dorian didn''t answer directly. "Be downstairs in five minutes, or I''ming up to get you myself."


    The tant threat sent Elysia into a rage. "Youe up here, and I swear you''ll regret it!"


    "Heh. I''d like to see you try."


    Dorian''s attitude was insufferable. Muttering "You bastard," Elysia hung up the phone.


    Amara had heard the entire argument. "Is Dorian downstairs? Do you want me to go tell him to leave?"


    "Yeah, go ahead. Get rid of him for me." Elysia had no desire to see Dorian right now. Amara could handle him. Given Finnian''s feelings for Amara, Dorian wouldn''t dare cause a scene with her.


    Amara went downstairs and saw a ck luxury car parked by the curb. Dorian was leaning against the driver''s side door, his expression coolly unhappy. She walked straight up to him. "Elysia doesn''t want to see you, and she isn''ting home tonight. You should go."


    Dorian acted as if he hadn''t heard her. "Tell her toe down and see me," he said, his fists clenching and his face contorting slightly. "She is my wife."


    He emphasized the word "wife," but Amara found itughable. "Mr. Hawke, you don''t have to love Elysia,


    but please don''t treat her like an ly how you


    idiot. You know exactly


    treated her-and how you treated Jessica-all those years yo


    together."


    were


    "If you seriously believe Elysia can just forget everything you''ve done and go back


    to how things were, then I don''t know what to tell you."


    Dorian wasn''t stupid. He knew what he''d done. He had taken Elysia''s love for granted for years, carelessly squandering it. A twisted expression flickered across his face, and he remained silent.


    Amara nced at him. "You need to<fn9867> Get full chapters from find?novel</fn9867>


    go home and figure out what you really want. If you want Elysia, you can''t treat her the way you used to. And you''re going to have to make up for all the pain you''ve caused her, twice over. If you expect her toe back to you without you putting in any effort, then I can only say this, Mr. Hawke: dream on."


    With that, Amara turned and walked away. Dorian didn''t call after her, nor did he get back in his car. He just stood there, staring up at the window of the apartment, lost in thought.


    Back upstairs, Amara peeked out the window and saw that Dorian''s car was gone. "Looks like he left. He probably won''t be back tonight. What are you going to do now, Ely?"


    "I don''t know," Elysia said, wrapping her arms around Amara. "I just feel so tired."


    It wasn''t a physical exhaustion but a weariness of the soul. Amara understoodpletely. She patted Elysia''s back, saying nothing.


    Just then, Elysia''s phone chimed with a text. She nced at it. "Lucian just texted. He''s asking me to go out for a drink."


    Amara peeked at the message. "Do you want to go?" she asked. She knew E?ysia and Lucian were in that


    ambiguous space between friends They had crossed some


    and lovel


    lines but hadn''t gone all the way.