INICIAR SESIÓN“Why are you suddenly spending so much money on construction projects?” Eric demanded, blocking Amanda’s path. “Why are you buying properties, materials, equipment, and supplies without telling me anything about them?”Amanda stopped and studied him quietly. His anger no longer frightened her. She had expected this confrontation, and strangely, she felt no need to defend herself.“I’m handling some things myself,” Amanda answered calmly, keeping her voice even. “You don’t need to worry about everything I’m doing.”Eric stared at her, clearly irritated. For years, Amanda had explained herself whenever he questioned her, but now she stood before him like a stranger.“That is not an answer,” he snapped, stepping closer. “We are married, Amanda. I deserve to know what you are doing with that money.”Amanda held his gaze without flinching. “Some decisions are mine to make, Eric. I don’t have to explain every one simply because we are married.”His jaw tightened. He had expected resistance,
Susan went still. "You did not simply become pregnant," she said slowly. "You pursued him while knowing he belonged to Amanda. Do not make yourself sound helpless now."Katie pushed back from the table. "He was not just Amanda's husband to me. He was Raymond, the boy she stole from me long before they married.""That old school story again? You were teenagers. Liking someone does not give you ownership over him.""He loved me first." Katie's anger flickered with uncertainty. "Amanda always found a way to stand where I wanted to stand.""Or perhaps Raymond chose her, and you refused to accept it." Susan shook her head. "You turned disappointment into a lifelong accusation because blaming Amanda was easier than admitting he did not choose you.""You were not there when she took him from me!""I was there when you came home crying. When you stopped studying, stopped reading, and started failing your exams because you were waiting for him to notice you."Katie looked away. Those old warni
Katie dropped her phone onto the table, frustration tightening her face as another unanswered call stared back at her. She had tried everyone she knew, yet nobody seemed willing to help anymore.“Ivy needs more money for her treatment,” Katie said bitterly, rubbing her forehead as desperation pressed against her chest. “I’ve borrowed from everywhere, and now my friends don’t even pick my calls.”Susan watched her closely, her expression filled with concern. Katie's fingers curled against the table as she tried to hold herself together, but the fear behind her anger was becoming harder to hide.“Eric isn’t helping you at all?” Susan asked, her voice careful. “You’re carrying everything yourself while he sits there doing nothing?”Katie’s mouth tightened, and she looked away. The question touched the exact place that had been hurting her for weeks, because Eric's absence had left her feeling abandoned when Ivy needed him most.“He isn’t even helping,” Katie said, her voice cracking slig
Eric stormed into the bank, ignoring the startled glances following him across the polished lobby. He marched straight toward the account officer’s desk, carrying printed statements that had kept him awake all night.“Where is this money going?” Eric demanded, dropping the statements before her. “These withdrawals are coming from my wife’s account, and nobody has given me a straight answer.”The account officer glanced at the documents, then at Eric. “Sir, I understand your concern, but Amanda is the account holder. We cannot disclose private transaction details without her authorization.”“She is my wife,” Eric snapped, leaning closer. “I am asking about money being moved in amounts large enough to buy buildings.”The officer remained composed, though her fingers tightened around the pen. “Marriage does not automatically give you access to another adult’s banking information. We can only discuss accounts you are legally authorized to manage.”Eric’s jaw tightened. “Then tell me what
“You’re working yourself to death, Amanda.”Raymond’s voice came from behind her as she stood, looking at the building plans, one hand braced against the table while the other moved down a list of supplies. Her eyes burned from too little sleep, but she kept scanning the page as if the numbers might rearrange themselves if she looked away.“I’m fine,” Amanda said, refusing to lift her head. “There’s still too much to finish.”Raymond stepped closer. His gaze lingered on the dark circles beneath her eyes, the tight set of her mouth, the way her fingers kept returning to the same line on the list.“You’ve said that every time I’ve asked.” His voice softened, but the concern in it only made her chest tighten. “You’re barely sleeping, and you’re checking everything three times.”Amanda finally looked at him, then turned toward the half-finished construction around them. Exposed beams cut across the sky. Tools and supplies crowded the ground. Every unfinished section seemed to accuse her o
Amanda demanded more information about the unknown event, staring at the warning still hanging inside her vision. “What exactly changed?” she asked, her voice tight. “Tell me what you detected beneath the ocean floor.” A.R.I.S. answered without delay. {Environmental movement detected beneath the ocean floor.} Amanda's stomach tightened. She stared at the words, then toward the distant coastline beyond the unfinished fortress, suddenly unable to breathe normally. “What is moving?” Amanda asked. {Unable to identify the source.} Her fingers tightened around her phone. “How deep is it?” {Insufficient information.} Amanda's heart began pounding harder as uncertainty settled deeper inside her. “Then what do you know?” she demanded. {Environmental movement is increasing.} Amanda stared at the message, waiting for something more useful. Nothing appeared. For once, A.R.I.S. had no answer, and that frightened her. She swallowed and tried again. “Is this connected to the catastrophe?” {Insuff