Breakup Over A Damn Mug

Cracks！

My fiancé hit me.

Three minutes ago, I had been daydreaming about how to decorate our ridiculously expensive penthouse apartment, where every corner looked like it belonged on the cover of a magazine.

Two minutes ago, I accidentally broke a mug.

Then, Rhys slapped me across the face—hard.

My cheek burned like it had been seared by fire.

It took a full thirty seconds before my brain restarted, slowly piecing reality back together.