She Bought Flowers for My Fiancé
After five years together, my fiancé, Michael Lynham, finally landed a promotion.
I went all out.
I hand-arranged his favorite champagne roses and spent my last $8,000 on a Rolex.
Then his text popped up.
[Eunice, work sent me on a last-minute business trip. No need to celebrate.]
My heart squeezed.
He was working this hard for us.
I hit the video call.
Declined.
[I'm in a meeting. Try to understand.]
Then a Porsche rolled up outside my shop.
A woman rushed in, fixing her lipstick.
"Do you have any ready-made bouquets for a guy? Something cute. I'm celebrating with my boyfriend."
She started a video call.
Michael picked up instantly.
"Michael! I'm almost downstairs. Is our candlelight dinner ready?"
"Babe, I skipped a work meeting to cook all your favorites."
Their laughter poured through the screen.
My stomach dropped.
My ears rang.
Everything went blurry.
I stared at the guy who was supposedly "in a meeting."
He wasn't on a business trip.
He was spending the night with his new girlfriend.
"Hello? Do you have one or not? I'm in a hurry."
I swallowed the lump in my throat, turned away, slipped off my engagement ring, and dropped it in the trash.
Then I pointed to the bouquet I'd arranged in the corner.
"Yeah. That one's ready. 200 bucks."