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The bouquet sat on my desk, bold and unapologetic. Roses, lilies, and sprigs of baby\u2019s breath tucked between them, wrapped in crisp white paper. They smelled too sweet, almost suffocating in the small office. Everyone who passed by glanced at me with the same teasing grin. \u201cSomeone\u2019s lucky,\u201d they\u2019d whisper. And for a moment, I felt it. Until I saw the photo.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was my friend Sara who showed me. Her phone lit up at lunch, her face twisting as she scrolled. \u201cClara,\u201d she said, her voice cautious, hesitant. She turned the screen toward me, and my stomach lurched. There it was\u2014another bouquet. Identical. Same flowers, same wrapping, even the same ivory satin bow. Only this one was sitting on another woman\u2019s table, tagged with his name and a heart emoji.<\/span><\/p>\n

I could hardly breathe.<\/span><\/p>\n

The fork slipped from my hand, clattering against my plate. \u201cIt has to be a coincidence,\u201d I muttered, my voice thin, breaking. But the tag in the photo ruined me. Same card. Same handwriting. The message I had read just hours earlier\u2014\u201cTo the love of my life, forever yours.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Two bouquets. One lie.<\/span><\/p>\n

The office noise faded into static. My hands trembled as I clutched my phone, scrolling back to his message from that morning. \u201cThought of you today. Can\u2019t wait for dinner.\u201d I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to. But the evidence was staring at me, mocking me in pixels and petals.<\/span><\/p>\n

That evening, I didn\u2019t confront him right away. I set the bouquet carefully in a vase by the window, watching the last streaks of sunset light pour through the petals. The red of the roses glowed like blood. They didn\u2019t feel beautiful anymore. They felt poisoned.<\/span><\/p>\n

When he came home, humming as he dropped his keys on the counter, I watched him with new eyes. The wrinkle in his shirt, the faint trace of cologne, the easy smile he tossed at me\u2014it all felt rehearsed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLong day?\u201d he asked, leaning down to kiss me. I turned my face just enough that his lips brushed my cheek. His smile faltered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho else did you send flowers to today?\u201d I asked, my voice calm but sharp enough to cut.<\/span><\/p>\n

His eyes flickered, just for a second, but I caught it. A crack in his perfect mask. \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d he said, too quickly.<\/span><\/p>\n

I pulled up the photo on my phone and held it out. The color drained from his face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Silence.<\/span><\/p>\n

I could hear the clock ticking in the kitchen, each second heavier than the last.<\/span><\/p>\n

Finally, he sighed, rubbing his temples. \u201cClara, please\u2026 it\u2019s not what you think.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I laughed, bitter and hollow. \u201cIt\u2019s exactly what I think. You sent me flowers to cover your tracks. But you forgot something, didn\u2019t you? The world is small, Daniel. Too small for lies like yours.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His lips parted, his mouth working as if searching for words. But nothing came.<\/span><\/p>\n

I stepped past him, the scent of lilies clinging to me like smoke. \u201cI don\u2019t want your flowers,\u201d I whispered. \u201cI want the truth.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He reached for me, but I pulled away. My chest burned, my vision blurred, but my voice stayed steady. \u201cDon\u2019t ever give me the same bouquet you give her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I left the vase by the window, the roses already beginning to wilt, their edges curling inward. Beauty fading into decay\u2014just like us.<\/span><\/p>\n

Final Thought<\/b>
\n<\/b> Love isn\u2019t in the grand gestures. It\u2019s in the truth behind them. Flowers don\u2019t mean forever if they\u2019re meant for someone else, too. When he sent me the same bouquet as her, he didn\u2019t just betray me\u2014he betrayed the meaning of every rose, every word, every promise.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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