Ethan didn't give up. He started sending me things every day: breakfast, flowers, and handwritten letters.
I refused them all.
At first, the front desk called me awkwardly each time. Later, they learned to send everything back directly.
Then he started sending gifts to my parents.
My father threw them out the door. "Come again, and I'll call the police."
Ethan stood at the doorway and said hoarsely, "Mr. Pierce, I want to see Hannah."
My father sneered. "You think you can see her just because you want to? When you were meeting that assistant in private at your engagement party, why didn't you think of my daughter?"
Ethan lowered his head under the scolding.
My mother was even harsher. She threw the engagement gift list he had once brought over in his face. "We'll return every item
