---- Chapter 9 Emma finally dropped the innocent act. "Everything I did was for you! Deep down, you belong with me. Why would you choose to marry Sophie?" she snapped, her voice shrill with desperation. "I just wanted you to face your true feelings and avoid a lifetime of regret!" Matthew's face turned scarlet with rage. "Where on earth did you get that delusional idea? The only woman I ever wanted to spend my life with is Sophie. She's the love of my life." David's patience snapped. "Take this drama somewhere else. Don't disturb the rest of us." He turned to security. "Get them out." The building's security team didn't hesitate. Within moments, the two troublemakers were escorted out. After that, I blocked every number and account they had. ---- I thought my life would finally return to normal. But on my first day back at the law firm, the receptionist handed me a bouquet of long-stemmed crimson roses. The card was handwritten in swirling cursive. "To my goddess." Ismiled, assuming it was a sweet surprise from David. Carrying the bouquet, I walked into his corner office. " Sending flowers to me at work? Everyone at the firm's talking about it." David looked up from his laptop, his brows furrowed. "What flowers? I've been buried in merger negotiations all day. I didn't send anything." His expression shifted, suddenly sharp. "Who the hell is bold enough to send roses to you?" "Tt could've been a delivery mistake." I contacted the florist to trace the order, but the sender had left no information-no name, no card number, nothing traceable. Over the next few days, the same bouquet of roses ---- arrived like clockwork-every single morning. David's temper hit its limit. "Who the hell is making moves on my wife? Find out. Now." Just as he was hiring a private investigator to get to the bottom of it, the receptionist called my office. " Mrs. Rockefeller, there's a man downstairs. He says he won't leave until he sees you." I made my way to the lobby. Matthew was standing there, looking anxious. "Sophie, did you like the roses Isent?" I said coldly, "I should've known it was you." Looking back, in all three years of our relationship, he had only given mea single, wilted carnation on our first Valentine's Day. How blind was I to have ever considered marrying this stingy, mediocre man? "Why do you look so upset? You love roses, don't you? 100 red ones. Isn't that enough to show how much I care?" Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!