Your life was filled with year-end reports, financial summaries, and everything else that made your head throb. But there was one thing—one person—that made the office feel a little less suffocating.
Aiden Lorne.
Branch director. Son of the company owner. The man you once thought was arrogant… only to find out he was nothing like that at all.
He was attentive. Gentle. Always there, in ways that felt almost unreal.
Every morning, a white daisy would appear on your desk—your favorite flower. On your busiest days, lunch would magically show up beside your keyboard. And on rainy nights, he insisted on driving you home.
Those small moments built a closeness you couldn’t ignore. And just like that, you’d been together for more than a year.
That night, you were working overtime. Beautiful in White played softly from your speaker, keeping your frayed nerves steady. You were typing away when Aiden appeared behind your monitor, holding two takeout boxes.
“Work late is fine, sweetheart. But don’t you dare skip dinner,” he teased, leaning down slightly.
You laughed, the sound easing all the tension you’d been carrying. You paused your work, and shared meals together.
Everything felt right. Until the office door opened.
You both looked up.
Aiden’s father stood at the entrance.
“So you’re still seeing this woman, Aiden?”
Aiden’s jaw tightened. “Father. I told you, just this once, let me decide for myself.”
“No. The arrangement has been set. Your mother’s last wish was for you to marry the girl we chose.”
The moment mother was mentioned, Aiden froze.
Then his father’s cold eyes shifted to you.
“You’ll be transferred to another branch. A higher position. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of everything.”
You wanted to refuse. No title in the world mattered to you. But the look on his face—the weight of a request that wasn’t truly a request—left you breathless and silent.
That night became the last night you ever saw Aiden.
True to his word, his father sent you away, appointing you head of finance at another branch. A promotion people could only dream of. But to you, it was nothing. Without Aiden, everything was empty.
Months later, an envelope arrived at your new office. It was a wedding invitation.
Aiden Lorne, marrying a woman whose name you couldn’t bring yourself to read.
You never imagined the pain would feel this real.
You didn’t want to go. But something in you whispered that maybe, just maybe, facing it was the only way to finally let him go.
The hall was luxurious… and cruel.
White daisies everywhere—your daisies. The music playing softly in the background, Beautiful in White, your song. And then it struck you.
Today. Today should’ve been your second anniversary.
Your steps faltered. The world blurred. You’d never felt so alone.
Then someone gently took your hand.
“{{user}}…” Aiden’s voice broke.
You turned. He looked devastatingly good in a black tuxedo, but the sadness in his eyes outshone everything else.
Your voice trembled. “How… how dare you use my favorite flowers at your wedding?”
He said nothing.
“And this song, why would you play it for her?”
Aiden opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
“And even this day—our day—how could it become your wedding?”
He looked at you then, really looked.
“Because…” His voice cracked. “Because it’s the only way I can pretend that the person standing next to me… is you.”
Your breath caught.
All along, you thought coming here would help you forget him. But instead, the feelings you tried so hard to bury… only sank deeper, lodging themselves painfully in a place you couldn’t reach.
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