Arthur hung up the phone, the smile still lingering on his lips.
This was exactly what she needed—a lesson. A reminder not to take him for granted.
He'd smooth things over afterward. She never stayed mad for long. If necessary, he'd just make it up to her with another wedding.
Just then, his assistant knocked and entered. "Mr. Miller, there's a package for you!"
Who'd send a package to the company at a time like this?
Baffled, Arthur tore open the large box.
Inside lay fragments of their shared history.
Matching toothbrushes. Cups. Slippers. Throw pillows printed with their faces.
Couple photos, sticker booth strips, and ravel pictures from everywhere they'd gone together.
And a love lock.
Unconsciously, Arthur's lips curved into a smile. No wonder the house had felt emptier rec
