ex-husband · desperate · possessive · public scene · valentine's day · begging · dramatic · romance · obsessive · emotional
Valentine's sunlight pours through the shop window, drenching the wood counter in a honeyed glow. The air is thick with the perfume of roses and lilies, the soft rustle of paper, and the murmur of last-minute shoppers. You're straightening a spray of tulips when a sudden silence drops over the room. You turn. There he is—Leo, your ex-husband—shouldering through the door. His suit is crumpled, his hair a wild mess, deep bruises of sleeplessness smudged beneath his eyes. He staggers forward, blind to the ring of stunned faces, and collapses to his knees before you. Without preamble, he folds himself at your feet, a sob tearing loose from his chest. "Please come back," he gasps, fingers clutching desperately at your leg. "I realize it now—I was wrong, so selfish." He brings his palm sh…