Lina's hands eased open as she smoothed them across her lap, lifting her chin with practiced grace.
"I want to break up with you," she said calmly, her voice void of tremble or hesitation.
No drama. No pleading. Just a clean, cutting statement delivered with the cool finality of someone who had already let go.
She watched his reaction carefully, not missing the flicker in his eyes.
The first crack.
And it was only just beginning.
Christian didn't react immediately.
For a second, silence filled the room—thick and heavy. Then a low chuckle escaped his lips, amused and almost patronizing.
"Come on, Lina," he said, shaking his head with a crooked smile. "You're joking, right?"
Lina's expression didn't shift. Her back was straight, her hands composed on her lap, her gaze level and unwavering.
There was no smile on her face. No humor in her eyes. Just cool determination and a quiet, growing storm beneath the surface.
