Amanda waited in Felix's apartment, sitting in the dark.
When he walked in at 6:15 a.m., she didn't flinch.
“You helped her," she said, voice calm.
Felix stopped mid-step. “Amanda—"
“Don't bother denying it. I saw the empty safe. The burner phone in your desk. The car log."
He sighed. “Then you already know your father won't be happy."
Amanda stood slowly. “Neither will yours."
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They stood in silence for a moment—two people raised on deals, trained in optics, fluent in denial.
Amanda broke first. “You should've picked me."
“I never had that choice."
“You did. Every time she left, I stayed."
“I never asked you to."
Amanda's jaw tightened. “You don't understand what this marriage would've meant. My family's balance sheets. Our survival."
“So I'm supposed to be your bailout?"
