chapter 34

Scar Boss did not move. He didn’t blink. He simply stood there, watching Amaira with an expression so unreadable, so still, that it sent a chill down her spine.She had expected anger, maybe even a cruel laugh, but instead, there was nothing. Nothing but silence.“You don’t need me,” he repeated, his voice hollow.Amaira nodded, though her hands trembled slightly. “Yes.”A bitter chuckle escaped him. It was low, humorless, and sharp enough to cut. He took another step forward, closing the distance she had just created. “And what about me, Amaira?” His voice was calm—too calm. “Do I not get a say in this?”Her breath hitched. “Scar Boss—”“I asked you a question.” His tone hardened, his eyes burning into hers. “Do I mean nothing to you?”Amaira clenched her fists. “I told you—I stayed because of my brother. That’s all.”Something inside him snapped.“So you’re telling me… that all this time, you felt nothing?” His voice was quieter now, but the weight behind his words was suffocating.Amaira swallowed, forcing herself to stand firm. “Yes.”A deadly silence followed.Scar Boss exhaled, looking away for a brief moment.Scar Boss clenched his jaw, turning away from Amaira as if looking at her was too much to bear. He had never felt this way before—never known what it was like to want something so badly and have it slip through his fingers.Amaira, the only woman who had ever made him feel human, was standing before him, rejecting him as if he were nothing more than a deal that had run its course.He took a slow breath, forcing himself to regain control. When he turned back, his expression was unreadable, his eyes dark and devoid of the raw emotion he had shown just moments ago."Fine" he finally said.Amaira stiffened. She hadn't expected him to agree so easily."You want a divorce?" His voice was cold now, detached. "Then we'll get a divorce."Her lips parted slightly, but she quickly masked whatever emotion had flashed in her eyes. "Good" she whispered.Scar Boss chuckled, but there was no humor in it. He stepped closer, his presence suffocating. “But tell me, Amaira… if I mean nothing to you, why do your hands shake when you say it?”Her fingers curled into fists. "You're imagining things."His gaze bore into her, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he smirked—a cruel, knowing smirk that sent a shiver down her spine. "Then I suppose this is where we part ways."Amaira swallowed hard and turned to leave. She reached the door and slowly grabbed the handle.But just as she reached the door, his voice stopped her in her tracks."If you want to truly leave, let's finish the divorce right now." His voice has a tint of pain which he tried to hide.***The room was silent, except for the ticking of the clock on the wall. The divorce papers lay on the table, a cold reminder that everything had come to an end.Amaira sat across from Scar Boss, her expression unreadable as she held the pen in her hand. Scar Boss, on the other hand, looked like a storm barely contained. His jaw was clenched, his fingers interlocked as he leaned forward, his eyes locked on her."You’re really doing this" he said, his voice dangerously calm yet slightly crackingAmaira didn’t look at him. "It's for the best." For some reason Amaira sounded as though she had made up her mind for the 1000th time. "For the best?" The words rang in his head like a cruel joke.She signed.Scar Boss felt something inside him snap. He had never known fear, but watching her push the papers toward him, watching her erase him from her life so easily—it was the closest thing to fear he had ever felt.He picked up the pen, gripping it so tightly his knuckles turned white. His mind screamed at him to stop, to fight, to tear those damn papers apart. But what was the point? She had made her choice.With a single stroke of ink, it was over.Scar Boss closed the file, standing up abruptly. His chair scraped against the floor, the sharp sound cutting through the unbearable silence. Amaira still refused to meet his eyes.He scoffed his heart clearly in pain. "Congratulations, Amaira. You're free."She flinched but didn’t say a word.Scar Boss took one last look at her, his heart clenching in a way he despised. Then, without another word, he walked away.Amaira watched his figure disappear, her fingers curling into fists beneath the table forming her fingers to reden.It was done.They had parted ways. And now they will never meet, never talk, never fight, never love...