The illusion shattered before the first cup of coffee was cold.
It was Boxing Day, December 26th. The morning sun streamed into the master suite, exposing the remnants of the night’s passion and the stark reality of the day. Jay was already dressed, moving with a restless energy that betrayed his discomfort. He avoided Amara's gaze, the playful lover replaced by the guarded estate manager.
Amara felt the dread twisting in her stomach. The holiday shield was gone. Today, she was a lawyer with a job to do.
Just as she pulled on her clothes, Mateo’s voice boomed from the living room. "Boss! Satellite link is clear! We have a signal!"
Jay froze. He looked at Amara, and the amber in his eyes was laced with resentment. The storm was over, and the time for choosing had arrived.
“Go,” he said
