“I just want him to stop looking for me…”

Evelyn stared at her reflection in the studio mirror, her gaze tired. It had been nearly a month since she sent that letter to William, asking for space. And instead of disappearing, he became even more present—indirectly. Every Monday, a bouquet of white flowers arrived. And whenever she had a technical problem in the studio, somehow a technician always happened to be “passing by.”

She knew exactly who was behind it. William.

And the longer it went on, the harder it became to keep her heart from softening.

“I have to show him that I can… be happy without him.”

She...