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.