As You Wish
I didn't want him lingering in my life.
Yet, for a man as proud as Wayne, he kept showing up day after day, even after what I had said.
I laughed coldly, seeing the bouquet of red roses delivered every day. After all those years of marriage, he still didn't know me.
Delicate roses that required constant care were never my style. What I loved were wild roses that bloomed with hope.
As I tossed yet another bouquet into the trash for the tenth time, Wayne finally lost his composure.
He reached out to stop me, displeasure tightening his expression, though he kept his voice in check.