From Roses to Freedom
Language: en
In the eighth year of our marriage, Blake finally bought me roses from the flower shop again after such a long time. He hugged me with a smile. "Tori, I got these flowers especially for you." I pretended not to know that those roses were from a buy-one-get-one-free promotion at the florist, and that the bouquet he actually paid for had been sent to his villa in the suburbs. Where a girl as vibrant as roses herself lived. I carefully arranged the roses in a vase, and the next day placed the signed divorce papers right beside them. From that moment on, I stopped longing for someone…