Crispin looked pained, seemingly not hearing my words, and instinctively began to blame me, “What are you making a fuss about...”

Before he could finish, realization seemed to hit him.

Crispin stared at me in shock, “What did you say?!”

I replied with a flat tone, as if discussing an unrelated matter, “I said, let’s break up.”

Crispin's headache intensified. Because of Jillian's return, he had planned to end things with me to make space for her.

But breaking up was different when he initiated it compared to when I did.

He couldn’t believe it. “Jillian said she didn’t like the mole, so I had it removed. You’re breaking up...