"You should leave," Amara said, her voice was silent.

"I won’t go without you, Amara," Max replied with desperation.

"I’ve had enough of your deceit. Just go," she try to convince him.

"That’s not a lie, Amara," he said 

"Should I trust your words or the evidence before me? I have a witness, you know. So please, spare me , free me ," she retorted, her eyes blazing.

"Who, Len? Ah, my love, you place your faith in your ex-fiancé? How tragically naïve. He’s been weaving lies around you for years i can now see. He trick you to come back to him." Max laughed.

"I hate you, Max," Amara said softly. "I truly hate you."

"I refuse to engage in this childish game any longer. I am tired —so very tired —of running from you," she confessed.

"Then don’t run," he urged, a flicker of hope igniting in his chest.

"They die, Max. I can't..."

Max stepped closer, panic etched across his features as he cupped Amara’s face in his hands, drawing her near. His eyes searched hers with a fierce desperation, a flicker of fear reflected back at him that she fought to suppress.

“They didn’t die, Amara. They’re alive,” he whispered, his voice trembling with fear

“Let me go,” she pleaded.

“I never had an affair with that woman. I don’t have a child with her. Listen to me!Our children are alive ! They didn't die!,” he insisted, his heart aching with the weight of his words.

But Amara’s resolve shattered as she shouted, “Let me go!!!” She hit him, struggling against his grips

“Do you truly think I can believe you? You cannot deceive me, Max. I held them—I felt their cold bodies in my arms!” she cried, her tears spilling over like a river of grief. “I saw them with my own eyes. Don’t lie to me. I witnessed their lifeless forms with my own hands. I know they died because of me. I accept that. You have every right to hate me, so please, I beg you—leave me or end this, kill me” she said.

Max pulled her tightly, his grip almost choking. Amara struggled against him, but the weight of her exhaustion—both mental and emotional—left her too weary to fight back effectively.

“Let me go. You have no right to hold me like this,” she said, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sorrow.

“Listen to me, they are not dead,” Max said softly, his voice laced with urgency.

“Stop this! You think I can believe you? I’ve seen the truth. Len confirmed their deaths. Your mother and sister showed me” Amara’s voice rose, filled with anguish. “They accused me of killing them! You locked me in my room! You killed me there! You locked me ! I detest you. I detest you!” 

"I never did that," Max replied, confusion surrounded him.

"Let me go!" Amara shouted.

He Taken aback, Max instinctively released her. He stood there, lost in thought, sifting through the tangled memories of their past, desperately seeking clarity amid the chaos of their shared history.