"Amara, what revenge are you talking about?
My love, my moon, our children will forgive you for what happened. I know you didn't have a choice. Please, let's leave this place and go home," Maxwell pleaded.
"I can't stay here, and I can't go back to that hell to live either.Go to your lover—doesn't she mind that you're here? You chose her over me anyway," Amara shot back, her voice heavy with pain.
"I never choose her over you , You always knew the truth about what happened, i know you knew. Amara let go home please I don't wanna force you you have to came back.—
You don't wanna force me? You locked me in a room like an animal in a cage! Not forcing me, huh? Just let me go… please, leave," she said, her voice dripping with bitter mockery..
"I locked you in to protect you from danger," Max replied, his voice tight. "I know it was foolish—maybe even cruel—but I had no choice. ..." He let out a bitter, painful laugh. "I've apologized again and again… yet you ran away and left us. I can understand you leaving me—but them?"
His voice trembled as he stepped closer. "If you want me to free you… then first, you have to free me. Free us."
"What nonsense are you spouting about freeing you? Leaving us? You claim you don't love her, yet here you are, bringing your bastard child before me. Do you think I didn't know? The entire country whispers of your affair; they know you and she have a child together. And you brought him here?—do you hate me that much? You know I loved you. We had two children together! At the very least, I deserve a little respecy Max. at least just respect our dead children , I know you are angry and hate me to but ..... Don't make me " Amara said, tears brimming in her eyes.
Max was taken aback by her words * what?* . "I can't, I can't go with you! I won't!" Amara exclaimed, her voice rising in desperation.
"Amara, what are you talking about?" Max asked, bewildered.
"No! I'm not going back! Not to that hell! I can't!" Amara yelled, her emotions boiling over.
"Amara! Please, calm down," he implored, his heart racing as he struggled to understand her turmoil.
"Go live with your mistresses and your bastard child happily," Amara spat, her voice trembling with pain. "Just leave me be. Please, don't make me beg.stop using me ...I'm tired "
Max's anger erupted. "What the hell are you talking about?" he yelled, his frustration boiling over. "What bastard child? We had two children? Amara, we have two children! You don't even recognize your own son!" His laughter was laced with anger, and in a desperate attempt to calm himself, he tugged at his hair, feeling the tension coursing through him.
"My son? Do you really think I wouldn't know my own son?" Amara's voice quivered, her body trembling with pain. "He had blue eyes, not green. Are you joking? Are you playing with me, Max? I killed them. Is this what you want to hear? I felt their cold, lifeless bodies... Is this how you want me to suffer? Is this your new game?"
Max felt a jolt at her words, confusion mingling with disbelief. "He has blue eyes, Amara. Listen he use mana to change his eyes ," he said. Then he remembered the past he pieces of the past were still jumbled in his mind, not fitting together but now ....
"You think they died? You really think they died?" He shook his head in disbelief, unable to fathom the weight of her claim. "I can't believe this . You really think they die.".