After crying my heart out, I walked out and saw Christian sitting on the bed rubbing his temples. At this time, I felt immense loathe and abhor for him.

“Christian.”

I stood in front of him and gave him a detestable look. My heart skipped a beat just thinking about the consequences of my words.

“Sophie, I am sorry.”

Mentally preparing myself for the worst, I said with venom.

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