Adam stood rooted to the spot.
The flowers were from Leon. Her controlling, power-hungry ex. He did not deserve Lily; he never had. Adam wanted to go back out there, throw the flowers in the deliveryman's face, and demand that he tell the sender to go to hell. He did not want Leon anywhere near Lily, not now that she was legally his.
"Adam, did you hear me?" Lily exclaimed.
Adam just stood there, staring into space. His eyes fixed on the phone, then the roses.
“Okay,” he said calmly. Too calmly. “Then they’re not staying.”
He reached for the bouquet, fingers already curling around the black wrapping.
“No—” Lily said instinctively, then stopped herself. She wasn’t even sure why she’d spoken. Habit, maybe. Years of being conditioned to smooth things over, to avoid escalation.
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