(Jay’s POV)
Days turned into weeks, and I found myself avoiding Amara more and more. The guilt gnawed at me, making it impossible to face her. I couldn’t shake the image of her eyes filled with anger and betrayal. I knew I had let her and the boys down, and every time I saw them, I was reminded of my failures.
I buried myself in work, trying to distract myself from the chaos my life had become. But no matter how busy I kept, the guilt lingered, a constant shadow I couldn’t escape.
Meanwhile, Zara’s threats loomed large. Despite the increased security measures, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was planning something worse. Her last attempt had been too close, and I knew she wouldn’t give up easily.
One evening, as I was leaving the office, I received a call from an unknown number.
