Why Anthony Wasn’t in Spain with Amber
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The sun was setting over the Madrid skyline, casting a golden glow over the city. Amber sat alone on the balcony of her hotel suite, a glass of wine in her hand, but her mind was thousands of miles away. Anthony should have been here.
She exhaled sharply, tapping her nails against the glass, her frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. She had waited for him, given him chance after chance to prove he was serious about them. But at the last minute, when it was time to board the plane, Anthony was nowhere to be found.
Her phone buzzed on the table beside her. She glanced at the screen.
Wayne.
She hesitated before answering. "Yeah?"
"You good?" His voice was calm, but she could hear the concern beneath it.
Amber let out a dry laugh. "You mean, am I okay sitting here alone in Spain after Anthony swore up and down he’d be here with me? Yeah, Wayne, I’m fantastic."
Wayne sighed. "Amber, you knew how this was gonna go."
"Did I?" she shot back. "Because I really thought, just this once, he’d follow through. That he’d actually be the man he claims to be."
Wayne was silent for a moment before saying, "Anthony ain’t built for this, Amber. You and I both know that."
Amber leaned back in her chair, staring up at the sky. Maybe Wayne was right. Maybe she had been fooling herself this entire time.
Where Was Anthony?
Back in Atlanta, Anthony sat alone in his apartment, his phone face-down on the table. He had turned it off hours ago, ignoring every call, every message.
Amber was in Spain without him. And it was his fault.
He ran a hand down his face, letting out a frustrated groan. Why hadn’t he just gone? Why couldn’t he be the man she needed him to be?
The truth was, Anthony knew exactly why he hadn’t gotten on that plane.
Shayla.
Just when he thought he was finally free, Shayla had pulled him back in. She had shown up at his door the night before the flight, her eyes red, her voice trembling.
"I need to talk to you," she had said.
"Shayla, whatever this is, it can wait," he had replied, already irritated.
"No, it can’t," she insisted. "It’s about Kai."
That was all it took. His son. His responsibility.
Instead of packing his bags and heading to the airport, he had spent the entire night dealing with Shayla’s latest drama. She had thrown every excuse in the book at him—Kai wasn’t feeling well, she needed help with bills, she was worried about something happening while he was away.
It was all calculated. And he knew it.
But in the end, he still stayed.
Amber’s Breaking Point
As the night deepened in Madrid, Amber finished her wine and placed the empty glass on the table.
She had spent years waiting for Anthony to choose her—to put her first. But tonight, as she stared out at the city lights, she realized something.
She was done waiting.
Picking up her phone, she turned it on and scrolled through her messages. There was one from Anthony—just a single sentence.
"I’m sorry."
Amber stared at it for a long moment before deleting the message.
Then, she blocked his number.
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