Inside the jacket
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.
