I heard about Bella's situation while standing outside Lucas's study.
She had been detained, and the reason left me stunned.
In order to get close to Lucas, she had actually been stalking him, attempting to manufacture chance encounters.
But Lucas hadn't indulged her behavior; he had gone straight to the police.
Even in front of the officers, Bella continued to put on that same fragile, pitiful act.
But here, no one had any sympathy for a stalker.
I sold the house, bidding a final farewell to the absurdity of this past period.
It was a sunny day when Lucas asked me out.
We sat in the very same café where we had broken up years ago.
Lucas pulled out a jewelry box.
Inside lay a ring, its silver-white luster warm and understated.
"Summer, only I can take care of you properly. Pleas
