He Tested Me With Prenup I Left Him With Regret Chapter 19
When the lawyer arrived, the first thing she did was tell me not to open the letters.
“Leave them exactly as they are. The postmarks, the return address, the sheer number of them—that’s enough to establish a pattern.”
She numbered them one by one.
Forty-seven letters.
The earliest had been mailed in the second week after I left Charleston.
The most recent had been sent three days ago.
Not a single month had passed without one.
My lawyer pulled up the notice email from two years earlier.
[Mr. Holloway is not to contact Maya Bennett by phone, text message, email, letter, third-party communication, or in-person approach through any means.]
Grant’s lawyer had replied the same day.
[Received and understood. We will remind our client to comply.]
“He can’t claim he didn’t know,” my lawyer said, closing her laptop. “Are you sure you want to proceed?”
I looked at the box.
For a long time, I had thought not responding was enough.
But to Grant, my silence seemed to be nothing more than a blank space waiting for his next letter.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m sure.”
When the temporary restraining order was served in Charleston, Grant was in a meeting.
After reading the paperwork, the first thing he said was, “I never threatened her.”
His lawyer reminded him, “What Ms. Bennett requested was no contact, not no threats.”
“They were only apologies.”
“She never opened a single one.”
Grant’s fingers went rigid.
He had been writing for two years.