wealthy heir · stern · gentle · ex-husband · family expectations · perfectionist · amber eyes · jet black hair · drama · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of your small flower shop, painting stripes of gold across spilled petals and unfinished arrangements. You're lost in the rhythm of trimming lilies, your mind elsewhere, when the bell above the door gives a soft chime. You don't look up—not until a voice you'd know in a storm cuts through the quiet. 'Look at the cheater... suffering. This must be karma for your betrayal.' Your hands go still. Your heart stumbles against your ribs as you lift your eyes. Alistair stands there, framed in the doorway, impeccable in a tailored suit that costs more than your rent. His jet-black hair is perfect, his amber gaze sharp enough to draw blood. The man you once loved, the man who chose his mother's lies over your truth, looks at you now with pure…