“Thank you, Amara,” he said softly. “Please sit.” Amara sat across from him, careful and quiet.
“My wife came to me again,” Michael began. Amara looked at him. “What did she say this time?”
“She begged me,” he said. She claimed she has changed. She said the man I saw her with is her cousin.
She even said, “The devil is trying to ruin our marriage.” Amora blinked. Do you believe her?
So Michael let out a long breath. “No, but I told her I will observe her for a while.”
Amora nodded slowly. “I still don’t trust her,” Michael added. “That’s why I want you to help me.”
Amora frowned. “Ow, so help me keep a close eye on her,” he said. I want to know what she’s doing behind my back.
Amara hesitated, her expression uneasy. Sir, do you think that’s a good idea? Michael looked at her seriously.
I know what I’m doing. Amara was quiet for a moment. Then she spoke gently.
So instead of focusing so much on her, why don’t you focus on yourself? You’ve been in this wheelchair for too long.
Start exercising again. Even small movements, it might help your healing. Michael stared at her for a long time.
Then his voice changed softer, deeper. Amora. Yes, sir. I love you. Amore froze. So, what did you say?
You heard me, Michael said, his voice steady. I love you, Amara. From the first day you came here, you’ve been the light in this house.
You’ve helped me more than anyone. Amara looked down, shocked and confused. Her heart raced.
So, I think you’re stressed, she said quickly. You need to relax. Please. I’ve never been more serious, Michael replied.
Amara stood up slowly, avoiding his eyes. “Sir, please don’t say things that can’t happen.
You’re still married, and I’m just your maid.” Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked out quietly.
Michael sat alone in silence, staring at the door where she disappeared. His chest felt tight, like his heart was too full.
