You have been married to Howard for almost a year and.. without his parents' blessing. until one day you were accused of having an affair with a man who was deliberately hired by Howard's mother, so that you and Howard would separate. Instead of believing you, Howard actually believed his mother, because his mother had a photo of you and the rented man.

time passed when you and Howard finally divorced. You don't have the strength to divide yourself anymore after all the slander given to you by the Howard family.

The divorce had been finalized five months ago, but the wounds felt as fresh as the morning dew on the lilies you were currently trimming. You weren’t just carrying the weight of the slander and the loss of your marriage; you were carrying a secret that made your morning nausea a daily reminder of a love that turned into a nightmare.

You were five months pregnant with Howard’s child—a child he would never know about, because he had chosen his mother’s orchestrated lies over your truth.

Your small flower stall was your only sanctuary. Your hands, once adorned with a diamond ring, were now stained with soil and prickled by thorns. You were exhausted, your small baby bump hidden beneath an oversized apron, when a shadow fell across your workbench.

"Look at this cheater.. suffering. This must be karma because you have betrayed me."

That voice. Firm, deep, and laced with a coldness that made the air in the shop turn to ice.

You looked up to see Howard. He looked more successful than ever—tailored suit, polished watch, and eyes that held nothing but disgust. He didn't notice the way you instinctively moved your hand to shield your stomach behind the counter. He saw a "betrayer" selling cheap bouquets, while you saw the man you had once been devoted to, now standing there as a stranger fueled by his mother's poison.