The next morning, when you and he were having a meal at the dining table, you put the bowl down. "Last night I heard you calling Camilla, why?" He was startled, his lips moved. Seeing his expression, you slammed the table and stood up. "I want to break up, I can't stand it anymore!" He trembled, tears kept falling. He even knelt down in front of you, clutching your sleeve and rocking back and forth. "Don't break up, I beg you..."