Hannah's POV
I stared at the screen for a long moment, my heart pounding, not from affection, but from frustration. The audacity. After everything Michael had done… after the lies, the betrayal, and the way he shattered my trust, thought a painting would undo all of that? My fingers moved quickly across the screen, typing before I could second-guess myself:
Michael,
I saw your little message—and let me save you the trouble of sending another one. We're never getting back together. Not in this lifetime, or any alternate universe. You don't get to cheat, lie, and blow up everything we had, then turn around and slap some paint on a canvas and call it love. That's not romantic—it's pathetic.
I've moved on. I'm engaged to someone who truly respects and loves me. So do us both a fa
