The sound of the shower running reached my ears as I made my way downstairs to dispose of the trash.
On my return upstairs, I felt a sudden wave of weakness. I had hypoglycemia.
Cold sweat trickled down my back as I returned home and grabbed the egg and toast from the table.
Just as I took my first bite, Lucian's scornful voice echoed in the room. “Savannah, were you born starving?”
I watched in disbelief as he tossed the half-eaten toast and plate into the trash.
“I’ve cooked for you for eight years. Can’t I have just one bite of the breakfast you made because I was having a low-blood-sugar episode?” I asked, my voice flat.
His expression hardened as he retorted, “You lack manners. Taking without asking is stealing.”
He donned his suit and slammed the door behind him.
Struck by Lucian's fresh wave of cold cruelty, I instinctively picked up my phone and opened his WhatsApp.
I caught sight of his new background photo, featuring Ophelia in cat ears, pouting playfully. I liked it with a flick of my thumb and unpinned his chat from the top of my list.
Around noon at work, I headed to view an apartment when I stepped into the elevator and unexpectedly encountered Lucian and Ophelia.