"Sophia, are you in the room?"

Edward had arrived at his apartment precisely at seven o'clock in the evening. After finishing work, he had a chance to stop first at a law firm to help take care of Sophia's divorce papers.

Edward wasn't kidding. He was earnest about separating the woman from her best friend, who turned out to be a jerk. If he had known Sophia's fate would be like now, maybe from the start, Edward would never have been willing, let alone let Sophia fall into Tristan's hands. His best friend was outrageous in treating the woman he loved.

If on the first day Edward still heard Sophia...