Roses to Me and Ruin to You
The year I graduated from high school, my dad brought home a woman and a child with a rose on my mom's birthday.
When the child offered my mom the rose, my mom gladly accepted it, only to end her life after spending her 39th birthday.
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When I got married, I told my husband, Alistair Yates, that a rose was enough to end our marriage if he wanted a divorce.
Then, he tried to reassure me that our house would not have anything related to roses.
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Five years later, during one of the Yates Group's tender, one of our partners had a rose pinned to her chest.
When he saw this, Alistair immediately kicked her out of the company and blacklisted her.
That day, I realized that marriage could actually be blissful.
Yet, six months after that, I completed my new drug research. The entire corridor was full of roses when I came out of the lab.
The person who had been kicked out of the company?
She was standing beside Alistair with a bright smile.
I looked at him coldly, but he casually said, "Maria prepared all these for you. She's your sister and she wants to make amends with you."
It took me two seconds to stare at Alistair before I turned to leave.
What sister? I never had one.
And from today, I no longer need a husband.