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“Dear baby, I know you always forget to eat on time when you’re working. I didn’t want you settling for whatever leftovers they’ve got at the cafeteria, so I sent you a little love–packed lunch. Don’t forget to eat. Yours, your lover.”
The office instantly erupted in a wave of excitement.
“Wow, this guy is seriously smooth. So gentle and thoughtful–men like that don’t exist anymore!”
“Think our ice–cold Dr. Marshall’s gonna fall for him?”
“Well, that depends. Our Dr. Marshall’s not exactly the type to swoon for a pretty face. She’s all about her career.”
Ethan stood off to the side, stunned. The woman he had tossed away without a second thought… was someone else’s treasure TION. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut–he’d thrown away a diamond, thinking it was glass.
He glanced at the lush roses and the beautifully prepared meal, a bitter regret stirring in his chest. No matter how much money or effort this new guy poured into wooing Rose, she’d never fall for it. That’s who she was. She only ever loved him. She never let other men get close.
But then Rose did something that completely blindsided him.
She smiled.
With a quiet, content expression, she arranged the roses in a tall, empty vase and carefully filled it with water. Then she spread out the meal, picked up her fork, and started eating with visible delight
Ethan’s stomach twisted. He turned and walked away with his head down.
From the corner of her eye, Rose caught a glimpse of his retreating figure. For a moment, her heart dimmed.
Compared to Houston’s tenderness and attention, the Ethan she’d given a decade of her life to had never once treated her with such care.
She used to think the most beautiful love letters were those whispered promises of forever from Ethan’s lips. She’d believed him. And because she did, she gave everything–her time, her money, her future.
Now she knew better. He never really loved her. He’d just been addicted to the life she gave him. If he’d truly cared, why couldn’t he have done for her what Houston now did so easily?
Her ten years with Ethan suddenly felt like a tragic joke. All that devotion–for what? A man who never deserved it.
As she quietly finished her lunch, Rose pulled out her phone.
One by one, she deleted every photo from the last ten years. Wiped her Facebook clean. Ten years of memories–gone in
seconds
The move sent shockwaves through her old college group chat.
“Why did Rose delete all of Ethan’s photos?”
“Did the golden couple have a fight?”
“Ethan, if you let her go, you’ll regret it. No one will ever love you the way Rose did
Then, among the chatter, a new profile–one no one recognized–suddenly appeared in the group and dropped a bomb:
“Maybe Rose didn’t love Ethan that much. They were together for ten years and never even lived together. If she really loved him, she’d have given him a baby by now.”
That sparked instant outrage.
“Giving a man a baby before marriage doesn’t prove love. That’s just being dumb. Rose spoiled Ethan for years, but she was never a fool. That’s what a modern, independent woman looks like.”
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The unknown user vanished just as suddenly.
The chat exploded.
“Who was that? Definitely not from our class.”
“Someone’s girlfriend, maybe? Whoever it was, she clearly wants to see Rose and Ethan fall apart. That’s messed up.”
“We’re here to keep peace, not stir the pot, their class president posted.
Ethan read the thread, face black with rage. He picked up his phone and dialed.
“Vivian, did you post in our class group chat?”
Vivian sniffled. “Ethan, when are you going to tell everyone about us? They still think you and Rose are a couple–it hurts my feelings.
Her voice was sweet and calculated, perfectly measured.
Rose already deleted all your old photos. Everyone’s suspicious. Maybe it’s time to just tell the truth.”
Ethan sighed. “Fine. I’ll handle it.”
That night, he posted on Facebook:
“Hey everyone–dinner’s on me tonight. There’s something I want to announce.
The class responded enthusiastically.
“Free food: Count us in! Ethan’s finally being generous–we’ll definitely show up.”
After work, Ethan was waiting at the door of Rose’s office.
“Rose, come to dinner with me. Everyone’s going. We’ll clear the air and tell them we’ve broken up, so they stop assuming things.”
His tone was commanding, like she was still the girl who always obeyed him.
Rose’s expression chilled. “Why go through all that trouble? Just announce you and Vivian are together.”
Ethan froze. He hadn’t expected her to push back
“I get that you’re upset. But it’s over. Don’t drag this out”
He added, “I’m not giving you more time to adjust. Vivian’s baby can’t wait.”
Rose pulled out her phone and typed into the group chat:
“Ethan and I have broken up. From this moment forward, we are no longer connected in any way–except as creditor and debtor.”
She looked up. “Happy now?”
Ethan read the message, face darkening like a brewing storm.
Rose turned on her heel and stormed out of the hospital.
Just as she reached the parking lot, a sleek black Mercedes skidded to a stop beside her.
The window lowered slowly, revealing Houston in the driver’s seat, calm and poised.
A simile bloomed on Rose’s face before she could stop it. “Houston, what are you doing here?”
“Get in.”
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She opened the door and climbed in.
Houston looked at her seriously. “I want to take you somewhere. I’ll bring you home later. Is that okay?”
Rose nodded.
The car sped away
They stopped in front of a cluster of old garden villas. Decades ago, this was the city’s most expensive neighborhood–top
faded and wor
schools, great location. But time had aged it. The city had moved south, and now the area wa lisive neighborhood–top
Young buyers weren’t interested. Most of the residents now were elderly couples.
Rose figured this must’ve been a Jefferson family purchase–something left behind by an older generation.
Houston’s voice dropped slightly. “Rose, this is our home. It might not meet all your expectations, but it means a lot to me This is where I want to build our life.”
He turned to her, eyes full of quiet hope.
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His grandfather had once forced a matchmaking candidate onto him, and Houston had brought her here. But as soon as she walked in, she started nitpicking–the building had no elevator, the decor was outdated–and then, sharp–tongued, told him she wouldn’t last a day in this dump.
But Houston had his principles. In the end, they parted ways.
Rose, with a warm and graceful smile, said, “This place is right in the city center, with great transport links–and it’s close to my job. I think it’s lovely.”
She wasn’t just being polite. If she could accept a carless, houseless Ethan, then the husband she’d married on impulse, who had actually prepared a home for her, already far exceeded expectations.
“Come on in. Houston said.
Once inside, Rose immediately understood Houston’s earlier hesitation. It wasn’t just the outside that looked old–the interior decor was straight out of another era, Floral wallpaper, white–painted ceilings, wall panels around the TV, intricately carved rosewood furniture–every detail screamed vintage.
But despite the outdated styling, the layout had real charm. Elegant couplets hung on the walls, and the serene orchid garden. extended out from the balcony in a way that was tasteful and refined.
As soon as Houston stepped inside, his gaze landed on the painting above the entryway–a family portrait, its edges softly blurred in an oval frame.
It was the only memory he had of a happy family.
Back then, his father had been young and dashing, his mother stunning and gentle, holding a toddler version of him in her arms–delicate, like a sculpture..
His mind drifted. He remembered how, just before the accident, his mother had held him tight. In her rambling final words. she’d expressed one fear above all: that he’d grow up scarred by the wreckage of their family–afraid to marry, unable to love, doomed to repeat her fate and end up broken and alone.
Houston’s eyes began to blur with tears. Mom… I brought my wife home. I think you’d like her. She’s not like you. She’s strong. optimistic, confident.
But what caught Rose’s eye wasn’t the painting–it was the quote framed beneath it: “Be the kind of woman who doesn’t flinch when the world gets ugly. The handwriting was bold and unapologetic.
Rose smirked. “Now that sounds like me.”
Houston’s expression turned pale. He stared at her in a daze. Deep down, he’d always avoided women who reminded him of his mother. And when looking for a wife, he’d done the same.
So her comment genuinely startled him. “Rose, you’re not like her?
Rose smiled.
She knew better.
Dusting the table with her fingers, she found a fine layer of grit. Without a word, she slipped into the bathroom and returned with a mop and cloth.
Houston stood there dumbfounded.
Slie wore a sleeveless white cotton dress, her long hair braided to the side, tucked with a delicate pearl clip. She looked elegant, calm, and youthful all at once.
She moved quietly as she mopped and wiped, every gesture graceful.
In that moment, she reminded him so much of his mother.
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Houston walked over and gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. His voice wavered slightly. “Rose, you don’t lave to do this. I’ll hire someone to clean.”
Sweat dotted Rose’s forehead, but her eyes sparkled like obsidian. “Houston, I sit in a clinic all day. Let me move a little.”
Houston stared into her eyes–like galaxies, pure and bright.
And again, he thought of his mother–kind, resilient, and relentlessly hardworking.
Avoice rose in his chest: Houston, you have to protect her.
“Do you like it here?” he asked.
Rose blushed, but her tone was both sincere and cheerful. The decor’s a little dated, but the atmosphere is full of charm. I especially love that painting and the garden. It’s wonderful.”
Houston smiled.
His smile was like spring breaking through winter–clear skies, warm light, and hope.
He turned, pulled a small ornate box from the drawer, and placed it in Rose’s hands.
“Rose, 1 brought you here today to give you this.
She opened it
Inside was a set of house keys, a bank card, a set of jewelry, and a gem–studded wedding ring. Even without knowing luxury. brands, the value was obvious
Rose blinked. “Why are you giving me all this?
Houston flicked her forehead. “Dummy, they’re my wedding gifts to you.”
She smiled sheepishly. “But I didn’t get you anything
“I don’t want anything”
His dark eyes seemed to ignite, burning as they locked onto hers, Rose, I only want you.”
Under that gaze, Rose felt like she was melting. Her whole body flushed, sweat starting to bead at her hairline.
She turned her head quickly. “Can I take a shower?”
She hurried off to the bathroom, escaping before she caught fire.
In the bath, surrounded by steam, her heart pounded wildly. She couldn’t tell if it was the hot water–or Houston.
How could someone’s eyes be that deep? They’d only known each other a few days–why was he treating her like this?
She couldn’t explain it. Maybe ten years of bad luck with Ethan had finally turned around–because Houston, somehow, was everything she’d once wished for.
But after bathing, she realized she had no clothes to change into. She sat in the tub, at a loss,
Houston, noting she’d been in there far too long, came to knock. “Rose? You okay?”
Alter a beat, Rose admitted, “I don’t have anything to change into?
Houston blinked. So that’s why she’s hiding in theret
Most women he knew would be eager to strip in front of him. But not her
“I go get you my robe
A moment later, she emerged wrapped in a towel. He handed her the robe
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She stood awkwardly, clutching the towel
If she changed, she’d flash him.
“Rose,” he said quietly, “we’re married.”
Her face turned scarlet.
Then, from somewhere deep inside, she found a flicker of courage.
She dropped the towel–and stepped toward him.
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