Evan sighed heavily and opened the file.

‘Dear Evan, I’m sorry for everything I’ve been putting you through. I'm sorry for the photos in the magazine. I loved you at some point, but I was so blinded by fame, power and money that I couldn’t realize in time how happy I could be with you. I am sending this email to inform you that I am leaving. I will go to Paris to resume my modeling career. Be happy. Maybe someday we'll meet there. Love, Jill.’

Evan leaned back in his ...