All Chapters of She Bought Flowers for My Fiancé: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

"Will he like these?"The woman reached for the champagne roses, brushing the ribbon I'd just tied."He will."She smiled and lifted her phone."Michael, I was so busy helping you lock down that project today, I forgot to order your custom flower box. So I grabbed this bouquet instead. Is the contract ready?"His soft voice came through the screen."It's ready. The flowers don't matter. If they're from you, I'd love a blade of grass.""A blade of grass?""Seriously, Christy. If it's from you, I'll treasure it."I looked down and smoothed the wrapping paper.The edge scraped my fingertip, leaving a pale line but no blood.I'd asked him that once.Back then, before he joined his current company, I bought some daisies at a flea market and made him a bouquet.He took one look, set it on the entryway table, and said, "Eunice, flowers for a guy are kinda weird. Don't waste your money next time."I still made him one for every anniversary.He still dumped them wherever.One ti

Chapter 2

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

Chapter 3

"Why didn't you answer me last night?"Michael showed up the next morning holding a hot latte.I glanced at it but didn't take it."Your stomach's sensitive. Don't skip breakfast.""Leave it there."He set it on the corner of the counter. "You're still mad?""No.""Eunice, I know this sucks." He lowered his voice. "But think about everything we've been through to get here. I'm not doing this for me."I picked up the pruning shears and clipped the stems."You're doing it for us."He nodded."Exactly."I tossed the trimmings in the trash."Does Christy know about us?"Michael went quiet.Right then, the shop door swung open.Christy walked in.Her eyebrows shot up when she saw Michael."Weren't you meeting a client?"Michael didn't miss a beat. He grabbed a bouquet of white roses off the counter."I was just about to come see you.""You came here for flowers?""You liked yesterday's bouquet, right?" He smiled. "Figured I'd get you another."I kept my head down, pru

Chapter 4

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

Chapter 5

The files exposed everything.Every kickback Michael had taken from Howell Corp. projects over the past six months.Every shady contract he'd used to hide them.Every sweet message he'd ever sent me.Smack!The slap cracked through the dining room.Michael's head whipped sideways. His wineglass hit the floor and shattered, splashing red across his designer suit."Christy?" He grabbed his cheek, stunned. Terrified. "What the hell are you doing?""What am I doing?" She shoved a contract in his face. "Michael Lynham, who the hell do you think you are?"You stole from my family and used me to climb the ladder?"The second Michael saw the document, all the color drained from his face.His knees almost buckled."Please, let me explain. This is a misunderstanding. Someone set me up—""Shut up!"Christy stared him down, ice-cold. "I hate liars. But I hate being used even more."Our lawyers will track every dollar you stole from my family. Don't bother showing up tomorrow. Your c

Chapter 6

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

Chapter 7

I set down the inventory sheet and stepped out from behind the workbench.Then I stopped in front of Michael and picked up the cream coat he'd been guarding like it was all he had left.The cashmere was unbelievably soft. Warm, too.Three years ago, on that freezing winter night, if he'd wrapped it around my shoulders after another brutal shift, I might've been moved enough to keep breaking my back for him another five years.But now?He was too late.Hope flashed in Michael's eyes.He thought I was finally giving in.I let go.The thousand-dollar cream coat floated down and landed in a filthy puddle of muddy water and rotting leaves.The cream cashmere stained instantly.Michael's eyes went wide."No!"He lunged for it.Too slow.I raised my waterproof boot and stomped down.Mud squished beneath my boot as I ground the coat deeper into the muck.His precious proof of sincerity disappeared under dirty water and rotting leaves.The warehouse went dead silent.Only rai

Chapter 8

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

Chapter 9

"D-Doctor..." Michael stammered, his voice barely coming out. "You're kidding, right? Her hands have always been amazing. She makes the best floral arrangements in the city."How can you say she can never do it again?"Dr. Stafford frowned at the stranger who'd barged in. "Are you family?"I'm not joking. The nerve damage in her hand is severe. She needs to stop working immediately and prepare for surgery."Otherwise, she could permanently lose the use of that hand."Michael stumbled back until he hit the doorframe.His eyes dropped to my right hand.To the tiny scar he'd never even noticed.I got it years ago while buying cuff links for his interview shirt at a flea market.A loose piece of wire pierced my hand at a cheap stall.To save money on a doctor, I pulled it out myself with nail clippers.The wound got infected.The scar stayed.That was the price I paid to help build his future.And now it was costing me the dream I'd spent my whole life chasing."It was me...

Chapter 10

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

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