The color drained from my lips, like punching into cotton—strength wasted, with nowhere to go.
Numb, I went to prepare breakfast: avocado toast with black coffee.
But he didn’t take a single bite.
“Sophia, I’m tired of this kind of breakfast. Emily once bought me bagels and coffee—I thought it was great, light and refreshing.”
But avocado toast with coffee isn’t heavy.
It wasn’t the food he was tired of.
It was me.
I clenched my fists so tightly my knuckles turned white, forcing my voice to stay steady.
“Daniel, when you’re with another woman, do you really feel no guilt toward me at all?”
He leaned back in his chair, his tone still gentle, but every word cut like a knife.
“Sophia, I thought you’d understand me.”
“The finance world is stressful. Everyone needs some way to release it, or else they’ll go insane.”
“Besides, what successful man spends his entire life with just one woman? Promising you the title of Mrs. Hughes forever—shouldn’t that be enough?”
As he spoke, his confidence grew.
“You spend all day orbiting around me, without a single real hobby. Dull. Boring.”
“You have no family background, no advantages to help my career.”