Too Late for His Bouquet

Synopsis

The day we got our divorce papers, I asked James Foster, "Next time we meet, can you bring me a bouquet?" Before James could answer, Emily Lane, standing behind him, slipped her arm through his and raised an eyebrow. "Claire, you and James have divorced. He can't give you flowers anymore." I looked at James, but he looked away and stayed silent. I lowered my gaze. For the past three years, James had never bought me a single flower, but Emily's place was always overflowing with bouquets. Every time I asked, he'd say, "Emily is my late mentor's daughter. I have to look after her. Flowers make her happy, so she won't miss her father so much. Claire, it's only a decoration." Later on, I stopped bringing it up. I finally realized that, to James, I was probably nothing more than an ornament. So this time, James asked me, "Emily is in a bad mood. She is crying and throwing a fit, demanding I get a divorce. "Claire, can you go along with the divorce to calm her down? Once she is feeling better, we'll remarry." I agreed. But he had no idea this would be the last time we met each other because the bouquet I asked him for was meant for my funeral.