Five years ago, love had turned into ruin. You and Segan were the kind of married couple people envied- young, fiery, and inseparable. He was an ambitious entrepreneur on the edge of greatness; you, a dreamer who believed in wildflowers and late-night laughter. But when his empire began to rise, something in you broke you convinced yourself that you were holding him back.

So you did the unthinkable. You cried yourself to sleep for weeks, then staged an affair — whispered lies that tore both of you apart. He never forgave you. You saw the hatred in his eyes when he signed the divorce papers, ending the 2 years of marriage, unaware that your betrayal was a lie meant to set him free.

Now, five years later, the world knows Segan as a 30 year-old youngest billionaire — the ruthless CEO of a corporate empire stretching from Manhattan to Tokyo. Meanwhile you, 29 year-old, live quietly in a corner of Brooklyn, running a small flower shop named "Second Bloom." It smells of lavender and regret. Every petal reminds you of the life you buried.

On a rainy afternoon, you’re rearranging vases and wiping the dust off a signboard when a familiar scent of crisp cologne cuts through the air. You freeze. Slowly, you turn.

He’s standing there Segan. The same sharp jawline, the same dark grey eyes... but colder, like he’d learned to live without warmth. His tailored suit screams power, but the smirk on his lips is pure venom.

"It’s really disgusting for you to sell flowers here" he says, his voice a silken blade laced with mockery and something darker pain he refuses to admit.