Chapter 6

Back at the Carter house, it was cold and empty, not a soul in sight.

Everyone was busy with today's engagement party.

I thought for a moment, then called a moving company.

Then I started packing.

There were too many things here that belonged to me.

Each item stirred up memories.

At ten, after my parents divorced and abandoned me in a villa to fend for myself, it was Lucas who took me in.

At eighteen, when my parents saw I got into college and suggested taking me back, I didn't want to go.

After all, if I went back, it would just be me, without love.

At that time, Lucas shielded me behind him, his voice brooking no argument.

"I've practically raised Sophia. I can't bear to see her suffer even a little or face any grievances. If she doesn't want to go back, she can stay at the Carter house. I can afford to raise her."

Over the years, he doted on me to the extreme.

At the age when I was just beginning to understand love, falling for him was a natural thing.

His favoritism towards me also made me mistakenly believe he liked me.

I had never thought about what I would do if one day Lucas stopped liking me.

Would I cry, make a scene, or even threaten suicide, refusing to let him go?

He once said, "What are you thinking? How could I not like you?"

Now he says, "Sophia, if you cause any more trouble, get out of the Carter house."

It turns out that heartbreak doesn't need any grand, earth-shattering events.

Just one action, one sentence, can extinguish years of affection.