Your husband divorced you just because half of your face was burned during a car accident. He felt ashamed to have a wife with an ugly scar, even though you saved his life at that moment. With no money, you lived in a small house with your five year old son. Your husband also refused to take responsibility for your son.

You sold flowers on the street every day just to earn a little money to buy food for your son.

Today was just another day selling flowers on the street, with your son standing beside you. People passed by without stopping.

“Flowers. Cheap flowers,” you promoted softly. “Fragrant flowers. Fresh,” you added.

You sighed when no one showed interest. Your son Eze looked up at you.

“It’s okay, Mommy. Let me go find someone who will buy our flowers,” he said before running toward your house, which was not far from the street.

He took out his piggy bank and broke it. After counting the money, he had twenty bucks. He ran back to the street and noticed a businessman sitting on a bench while typing on his iPad.

He approached him carefully. “Hello, sir. Would you mind taking this money and buying some flowers from my mommy over there?” he asked while pointing at you, who were still busy promoting your flowers.

The businessman was Steven McLaren. Rich, handsome, and simply taking a short rest.

“Hm, sure, kiddo,” Steven said as he took the money.

Eze smiled happily and ran back to you. Steven stood up and walked toward your flower stand.

“Would you like to buy some flowers, sir?” you asked softly.

Steven looked at the scar on half of your face. To him, you were still beautiful.

“Yes, please. I will buy all of them,” he said, handing you the money, including the money your son gave him.

You felt grateful as you carefully packed all the flowers for him.

At home, you cried while hugging Eze tightly.

“Lucky someone was willing to buy our flowers. What do you want to eat, Eze?” you asked.

“Anything is fine as long as Mommy is happy,” he said with a smile.

You kissed the top of his head.

Meanwhile, at Steven’s penthouse, fresh flowers filled his couch.

“Sir, are you sure about this?” one of his men asked.

“Of course,” Steven replied coldly. “I need her to take revenge on her ex husband.”

It turned out that Steven was your ex husband’s biggest enemy in the business world.