Richard was taken aback by my outburst and seemed at a loss for words. After a long delay, he managed to mumble, "Sophia... sorry."

"It's fine." I sniffed, holding back the lump in my throat and forcing myself to swallow my tears. "Anyway, there's not much left to say between us."

I quickly finished the rest of the pasta and fled the room.

Back in the bedroom, my heart didn't settle for a long time. Just as I was about to fall asleep, the thought of him ...