Chapter 22 You Are Not My Fiancee Anymore

• Sophia
• Sitting at the dining table, staring at the plate of untouched food before me, I realized I had no appetite—not for the perfectly prepared meal, not for the quiet solitude of the house, and certainly not for the cold presence that had just entered through the front door. The weight of Christian’s stare lingered, sharp and unyielding, as if my very existence was something he was forcing himself to tolerate.
• Without acknowledging him, I picked up my glass of water, swallowing down the bitter lump forming in my throat, but the act did nothing to ease the unshakable heaviness settling in my chest.