Bloom Again: The Promise of Tomorrow's Flowers

On the eve of our wedding, I discovered a message my fiancé had sent to his ex-girlfriend.

"Sophie, we missed our chance after all."

I confronted him with his phone, giving him two choices.

Either delete it, or cancel the wedding.

He ultimately chose the former, but didn't smile once on our wedding day.

Even later during the delivery, there wasn't a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Until he received a phone call and suddenly stood up.

"Ethan, my parents are forcing me to marry a 50-year-old pig. Please help me..."

His grip loosened, leaving only his retreating back.