“I’m not fooling you. I never fooled you. I never loved her. The kiss was hers, not mine. She is nothing—literally nothing—compared to you. Nothing. You always knew the truth about what happened, yet you chose to run away—run away and leave us! I apologized again and again, but you still left us! If you want me to free you, then first you have to free me, free us ” Max said, his voice trembling with emotion. 

“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. I want just a little respect,” Amara said, tears brimming in her eyes.

Max was taken aback by her words. “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."

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 as she spoke, her body trembling. "He had blue eyes, not green. Are you joking ? Are you having fun, Max? My son and daughter are dead. Why are you doing this to me. Leave me alone please " 

Max felt a jolt at her words, confusion mingling with disbelief. "He has blue eyes, Amara. He changed with mana," 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.".