"Is this a breakup?" Unexpectedly, Sophie's voice didn't tremble at all—it was eerily calm, though her face had turned deathly pale.
"If you're breaking up with me, just say the words 'let's break up'." She forced Ned—and herself—to say it clearly.
"Then let's break up." Ned didn't turn around. He said it flatly with his back to her, then walked straight out. The room's door slowly closed with a final bang.
Sophie stubbornly stared at the closed door, as if he had only stepped out for a moment and would come back any second…
But five minutes later, she finally accepted that he wasn't coming back.
How ridiculous…
They had actually broken up in a hotel's executive suite.
At that moment, she felt like a walking corpse. It was as if she had died—she even forgot to breathe…
............
In the evening, after leaving the hospital, Ned went straight home. After several consecutive days of waiting, Victoria finally saw her son at dinner time.
