He Tried to Win Her Back, But It Was Too Late

"You're Mr. Hart's granddaughter?"

Four years after our breakup, Ethan Pierce stood at the door asking me this, his tone so distant, as if we had never met.

Before I could answer, a bright, cheerful voice came through his phone.

"Let's go set off fireworks together after dinner."

Four years ago, that same voice had forced him to choose.

He dumped me on the spot and told me our seven years together were just a way to make Vivian jealous.

I gripped the gift bag tighter, my knuckles turning white.