When He Stopped Loving Me Chapter 17

Every response was the same—polite refusal or immediate hang-up.

Finally, one friend couldn't take his pestering and gave him a number, tone cold: "This is Claire's studio's public contact. If you have business, reach out yourself."

Ethan grabbed it like a lifeline, immediately dialing.

The call connected. A young, calm, businesslike female voice answered: "Hello, Claire Morrison Studio."

"I need to speak to Claire! I'm Ethan Pierce!" His voice was urgent.

Silence for a second, then clear, distant response: "I'm sorry, Mr. Pierce. Ms. Morrison's schedule is extremely full. She explicitly stated she won't accept any personal contact related to you. For business collaboration, please email the studio. For other matters, please communicate through attorneys. Goodbye."

BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...

The dial tone was like a resounding slap across Ethan's face.

He'd been completely, unequivocally shut out of her world.

Holding his phone, frozen in place, the city's neon lights flickered outside but couldn't illuminate the endless desolation and darkness in his heart.