“The Unkept Promise) Chapter 17
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“Silas, man, what’s the point? Bethany screwed up, she’s paid the price. Are
you really that hung up on Amelia?”
“Yeah, man. It’s just one woman. You can have any woman you want.”
“She’s gone. Move on. Show her you don’t need her. That’ll bring her
crawling back.”
“Or…find someone who looks like her. Train her. Same difference.”
They didn’t understand. They’d witnessed his devotion, and they found it
pathetic. What was so special about Amelia Evans? But the question itself
betrayed their own yearning. They envied him, even as they mocked him. They
were playboys, incapable of genuine connection, long forgetting what it meant to
truly love someone. Women were disposable.
But Silas was different. And they wanted to drag him down to their level.
His affair with Bethany had been their victory. Now they couldn’t understand
his grief, his regret.
It’s just a woman. What’s the big deal?
Silas’s rage exploded. He grabbed a bottle and swung, his drunken fury
unleashed. The room erupted in chaos. He fought like a man possessed, his
blows landing with brutal precision. Anyone who tried to intervene was met
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with the same ferocity. Soon, the room was littered with groaning bodies.
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“Amy is my life. If I hear another disrespectful word about her, I’ll destroy
you and your families. Do you hear me?”
Silence. They stared at him, wide–eyed and terrified. They’d never seen
him like this.
After a long, tense silence, as Silas reached for another bottle, one of his
friends, still nursing a bruised ego, slipped out of the room.
He called the bar manager. “See this woman?” he said, showing a picture of
Amelia on his phone. “Find someone who looks like her. The closer the better.
And get her here. Now.” He sent the manager a copy of the picture.
The bar had connections with several escort services. It wouldn’t be difficult.
A few minutes later, a young woman with a passing resemblance to Amelia
knocked on the door.“Excuse me…did someone order service?” she asked timidly,
pushing a cart laden with drinks and snacks.
The men inside exchanged surprised glances. She did look a bit like Amelia.
Younger, more naive, but there was a definite resemblance. They gestured for her
to approach Silas. They smiled, confident that he wouldn’t resist.
“Sir….is this the drink you ordered?” she asked softly.
