Chapter 4

For the next two weeks, Nathan acted like a madman.

He waited downstairs at my new office and sent all kinds of gifts. Carter diamond bracelets, Violet earrings, Celine limited-edition bags, and a custom Valentina wedding dress.

The note with messy handwriting read: [I started customizing this six months ago. Every inch is tailored to your measurements. Elena, marry me. I was wrong. Really.]

I sent everything back, including the wedding dress.

The delivery guy looked awkward. "The sender refuses to accept the return."

"Then donate it," I said. "Donate it to charity, for brides who need it."

Madison texted…