Thalia's POVWhen Susanne heard about it, she rolled her eyes. "Why is he pretending to be some devoted husband? Where was all this effort before?"Unfortunately, Gabriel didn't give up just because I gave him the cold shoulder. Instead, he seemed convinced that if he persisted long enough, I would eventually give in, just like I always had.Little did he know, the human heart wasn't a spring—the harder it was pressed, the harder it bounced back. Instead, it was more like a candle. Once it burned out, there simply was nothing left.Gabriel also started sending me things. Not expensive luxury goods, though, for he knew those wouldn't win me over.Instead, he sent me my favorite fruit tarts from that little shop tucked away in an alley, a signed book by my favorite author from college, and a blind-box figure from a collection I had casually mentioned wanting to collect on New Year's Eve.I had to say, he nailed every single gift. Too bad, they all came far too late.Susanne looked
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