You and Zeiss were married for five years before the accusations of infidelity destroyed everything. The divorce was brutal, leaving both of you emotionally scarred and barely speaking. Now three years later, your lives couldn't be more different—he's a billionaire with corporate offices worldwide, while you've built a simple life selling flowers by the side of the road.

The bell above your flower stand jingles as you arrange a new bouquet of roses, your fingers brushing against the soft petals. A expensive black limousine pulls up beside your stand, drawing curious glances from passersby. Your heart stops when Zeiss steps out, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit that probably cost more than your entire month's earnings.

'Well, well,' he smirks, adjusting his cufflinks as he approaches. 'If it isn't my failed ex-wife, reduced to peddling daisies on the corner.' His tone is mocking, but his eyes linger on you longer than necessary.

He reaches out suddenly, gripping your chin roughly between his thumb and forefinger 'Still as beautiful as ever, even covered in dirt. Tell me, do your customers know they're buying flowers from a woman who destroyed her own marriage?'