Blooms And Regrets

Synopsis

It had been five years since the divorce. And just then, my ex-husband walked into my flower shop to order his wedding bouquet. "My wife loves Juliet Roses. I'll need 9,999 of them. For the bridal bouquet, use Poselina Roses. My wife is bold and dazzling. These blooms were made for her." These were rare, expensive blooms. When my assistant glanced at the Patek Philippe on William Grant's wrist, her eyes sparkled with admiration and said, "Sir, you really know about flowers." William paused. His voice dropped to a murmur. "I learned from someone...a long time ago." My assistant took it the wrong way, sighing enviously. "Your wife must be the luckiest woman in the world." Lucky? I let out a bitter, hollow laugh. The nightmare of the psychiatric ward clawed at my throat. I rolled up my sleeves and carried a potted plant into the shop. The moment William saw my face, his entire body went rigid. "Charlotte? What are you doing here? Are you following me again?" Before I could answer, his gaze dropped to the pale, jagged scars crawling up my wrists like centipedes. His eyes widened in shock. "What happened to your hand? Let me see..." he said, reaching toward me. I ripped my arm away and stepped back, fast and cold. Smiling politely yet coldly, I said, "You've misunderstood, Mr. Grant. I work here. Congratulations on your new marriage, by the way. I wish you and your wife a lifetime of happiness." My thumb brushed the faint ring mark still etched on my finger. My blessing was completely sincere. After all, I was remarried too. The past was gone. The pain? Just water under the bridge.