I thought Richard would finally give up and leave. Instead, he followed Vincent and me all the way to the Harris family estate.
Then he bought the house next door. Every day, he sent me something.
On the first day, it was the preserved bouquet we'd bought when we first started dating.
On the second day, it was every photo we'd ever taken together.
On the third day, it was my wedding dress from our marriage.
Every single item ended up in the same place. I handed them to the housekeeper and asked her to throw them away.
None of those things had ever been valuable. I'd simply attached priceless memories to them. Now that I no longer loved Richard, they were nothing more than trash.
The day after the last box was tossed out, someone rang the doorbell.
Richard stood outside. His beard h
