For the next two weeks, Coby hunted me like a man possessed.
He staked out the entrance of my office, but security always blocked him in the lobby.
He bombarded me with messages, starting with "Aurelia, I was wrong," shifting to "Let's talk this through properly," then "Are you really throwing me away?" and finally venomous "Aurelia, you'll regret this."
I didn't reply to a single one.
He even went to my parents' house.
My mom opened the door, and the moment she saw him, her face iced over.
"Pleased, I want to see Aurelia," he said, standing at the doorstep with his head bowed low, all humility.
My mom looked him up and down, her tone flat and unimpressed. "She's not home. She's out trying on her wedding dress."
"Then I'll go find her at the bridal shop."
"Coby." My mom's
