Ethan's POV

God what a lark.

Staring down at the box that had just been delivered to my office, I frowned. It was addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Ethan Cartwright. Tugging at my tie I pulled it off and ran a hand through my hair.

There wasn't a single person who hadn't heard about Hannah leaving me at the altar. The paparazzi had made damn sure of it. So what the hell was this?

Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and pitched the box across the room. It hit the wall with a thud and I could've sworn that something inside of it shattered, but at that point I was beyond caring.

The phone rang and I snatched it up, eager for something to take my mind off Hannah.

"Yes Nancy?"