Slowly, one letter at a time. He began to type. Amara stood quietly nearby, watching in silence.
She was amazed. Hours passed. Michael didn’t eat. He didn’t speak. His focus never broke.
At noon, his lawyer arrived. A sharplooking man in a gray suit. Mr. Williams, the lawyer said.
I came as fast as I could. Sit, Michael said calmly. We need to talk about my will and my marriage.
Amara stood in a corner pretending not to hear. I want everything changed, Michael said firmly.
If I die, Ruth gets nothing. Not the house, not the company shares, not the cars, nothing.
The lawyer raised an eyebrow but nodded. Understood. And I want you to quietly begin drafting divorce papers.
Yes, sir. Amara watched closely. This was not the broken man she had met weeks ago.
This was Michael Williams, the lion who was learning how to roar again. That night, Ruth returned home drunk.
She didn’t see Michael waiting for her in the hallway. Had a good night, he asked coldly.
She jumped in shock. What? What are you doing here? I wanted to stretch my legs, he replied sarcastically.
Though that’s something you wouldn’t understand, Ruth hissed. So now you’re monitoring my movements. I’ve been watching everything, Ruth.
Her eyes widened as he rolled closer. Derek, Michael said slowly. Tattoo on the neck, black car.
She gasped. You don’t even hide it anymore, he continued. You walk out like a queen, forgetting that this is my kingdom, my house, my name.
Michael I. He raised his hand. Don’t insult me with lies. From today, I am not your weak husband.
I’ve spoken to my lawyer. If you want to leave, leave, but you’ll walk away with nothing.
Ruth screamed. You can’t do this. I can, he replied calmly. And I just did.
She lunged forward to slap him, but Amora stepped between them. Don’t, Amora said quietly, looking Ruth straight in the eyes.
Don’t lower yourself further. Ruth froze. Then she laughed bitterly, turned round, and stormed off.
Michael looked at Amora, his eyes red. I’m sorry you had to see that. Amora shook her head.
