Revenge in Full Bloom
Language: en
Lately, Elena had been pulling away—coming home late, eyes guarded, her movements restless. I knew we needed to talk. Instead, I was served with divorce papers the very next morning. Before the ink was even dry, she went public on social media, posting a glowing, curated announcement with her college first-love. It turned me into the punchline of every dinner party among our old circle. Six years after the dust settled, Elena walked into the flower shop I now owned. She froze the second she saw me, her breath catching in her throat. Then, forcing a nonchalant mask, she began browsing the…