บททั้งหมดของ She Bought Flowers for My Fiancé: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I looked up.A Squishmallow lay by the door.The exact same one Michael had given me.Half an hour later, I was trimming lisianthus when Christy sent me a voice message."Hey, did I leave my Squishmallow at your shop?"I texted back.[There's a pink one here. I set it aside for you.]She replied instantly.[Yes! It's limited edition. My boyfriend gave it to me. I'll come grab it.]I glanced at mine hanging beside the register.Two years old.Its nose was already fading.Christy's looked brand-new. Soft, fluffy, with glittery eyes.Half an hour later, the door opened.Michael walked in.The second he saw me, he froze. "Eunice."I set the Squishmallow on the counter. "Thought you were on a business trip."He didn't look at the toy.His eyes dropped to my hand.No ring.Something flashed across his face, then vanished."I was too busy to explain earlier.""You don't have to.""Don't be mad." His voice softened. "Christy's family works with my company. I just got pro

That afternoon, Michael called while I was checking inventory.Then Christy snatched the phone."Eunice Emerton, are you seriously still pretending you don't want his attention?" Her voice was pure smugness. "Michael told me everything. He said you used to follow him around like some pathetic stalker, and he only tolerated you because you knew each other back then."You really think keeping the books for this dump of a flower shop gives you any power over him now?"My keys dug into my palm as rage flared in my chest.In the background, Michael scrambled for the phone."Christy, stop. Give it back—""Shut up."Then she turned on me again. "Eunice, I don't care how much of Michael's old junk you still have. I know when your lease is up."One word from me, and no landlord on this street will rent to you. So take the hint and crawl back to whatever tiny town you came from."Keep pushing me, and you won't even find a sidewalk to sell flowers on in this city."Michael didn't say a

Three days later, I was checking a shipment of imported roses at a floral supply warehouse outside the city.I wore a plain waterproof apron and gloves.After selling my shop, I didn't rush to open another. I took an inventory job at a major flower distributor instead.I needed time to reset and figure out my next move.Outside, rain came down in a solid gray sheet."Ms. Emerton, there's a guy asking for you. He's been standing out there for almost half an hour. Security can't get him to leave."Vincent stepped in, shaking off his umbrella. He looked uneasy.My hands paused.Then I tossed a broken rose into the trash."Let him stand there. Ignore him."I'd underestimated how desperate Michael had gotten.Minutes later, the heavy warehouse door flew open.Cold wind and rain blasted inside.Michael stood in the doorway, soaked head to toe.No umbrella. Hair plastered to his forehead. Pale face. Hollow eyes. Dark stubble across his jaw.His once-perfect suit was wrinkled, m

I thought humiliating Michael in the rain would finally get him out of my life.I was wrong.Two weeks later, fate threw us together again in the last way I wanted.That afternoon, I skipped the warehouse and went to the city's orthopedic hospital.For the past two weeks, my right thumb and index finger had been cramping more and more.Sometimes, I couldn't even grip a basic pair of pruning shears.At first, I blamed overwork.Then that morning, my right hand suddenly gave out while I was pouring hot water.The cup crashed to the floor, scalding water splashing everywhere.The exam room reeked of disinfectant.Dr. Stafford studied my MRI and nerve test results, his brow tightening."Why did you wait so long to get this checked?"My heart dropped."Is it that bad?"He sighed, clipped the scans to the lightbox, and pointed near the base of my thumb."The nerves and tendons here have permanent damage. There's atrophy and scar tissue."Based on the scar, you had a deep punc

Six months later.Eunoire Atelier officially opened in the heart of the city's hottest shopping district.No tacky grand-opening flower arrangements.Instead, I covered the entire storefront in a floating sea of over ten thousand preserved champagne roses.The display blew up online overnight.Dressed in a tailored black silk suit, I stood in the lobby with a glass of champagne in my left hand, chatting with top wedding planners and luxury mall executives who'd come to celebrate.A slim support brace wrapped around my right hand.I couldn't do hours of detailed trimming anymore.But I didn't need to.I was the owner.The chief designer.I created the vision.My senior florists brought it to life.Right after I signed a million-dollar annual floral contract, my phone buzzed.[$1,000,000 received.]Then a message from Christy popped up.I'd added her six months ago and never deleted her number.[Ms. Emerton, that's the full payment for Howell Corp.'s floral services for