He was trapped in a cycle of Win's control. Breaking up with Carlos is the best decision.
He read every single message, yet his thumb remained paralyzed over the keyboard. He stood up, slowly, painfully, and made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth, then returned to the room to sip the now-lukewarm tea Win had thoughtfully prepared.
As he ate the cold breakfast, the answer solidified, cold and clear. The only way not to be an unfair person to Carlos, the kindest, most honest man he had met, was to end things. He couldn't drag Carlos into the messy, uncertain captivity of his life with Win.
King took his phone and dialed Charlotte's number, knowing he couldn't face this decision alone.
Charlotte answered immediately. "King! Thank goodness. What happened? Why is your voice like this?"
