We stood on the second-floor balcony of my villa, watching Ethan wave at me before getting into his car and heading to the office.
In my hand, I held a bouquet of fresh white lilies.
Sophia leaned in, inhaled their fragrance, and sighed. “He really hasn’t missed a single day.”
“Eight years, every day a different bouquet.”
“Honestly, I’ve never seen a man more romantic after marriage than him.”
I lowered my gaze and plucked a petal. “But for the past month, it’s only been lilies.”
“Sophia, you know what? That day he suddenly said I looked pale.”
“Put the two things together, and it feels… off.”
I was someone who thrived on novelty—Ethan knew that better than anyone.
That’s why he always took me to different countries, and why he paid so much attention to the flowers he sent every day.
He even spent three months abroad learning floral arrangement.
Even my parents would sigh, “Ethan really does spoil you to the heavens.”
But they also knew—I deserved it.
When I was eighteen, the Brooks family was in chaos.
The patriarch passed away, the will hadn’t been found, and the siblings fought ruthlessly among themselves.