The morning after my father’s funeral, my ex-husband’s new wife came into his garden and ordered me to start packing my things and leave immediately

Those white roses had been planted during the summer I married Daniel.

Back then, he claimed white flowers represented new beginnings.

Now they stood quietly as witnesses to the end of a fifteen-year marriage after he left me for his assistant—the very woman standing in my father’s garden wearing designer heels and a smile sharp enough to wound.

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