I Ran Errands for My Boyfriend Then Decided to Break Up Chapter 07

I Ran Errands for My Boyfriend Then Decided to Break Up Chapter 07

After leaving the city where I had spent nearly ten years, I set out with no idea where the road would take me.

During those years, I had helped Graham build his business and watched his firm grow day by day.

Behind the scenes, I stayed up night after night studying until I finally passed the bar and earned the law license I had always dreamed of.

I had believed I could finally stand beside Graham and become the kind of woman worthy of being by his

side.

But the truth was that I never seemed able to catch up.

Madeline had always been the brightest star at his side, while I was only the backdrop that made the two of

them shine.

During that time, I traveled from place to place and took in all kinds of scenery, as though I had left all my troubles behind.

Every so often, Graham contacted me from a new number.

He told me that he and Madeline had gone to the French restaurant that used to be our date spot.

He told me he had fired Madeline and wanted to apologize to me in person.

He told me he had been miserable and asked whether I would come back to see him.

I never replied. I simply blocked every new number he used.

He was no longer the star I wanted to chase.

Eventually, I stopped at a small inn and began helping the owner run her flower shop.

“You seem to really love flowers,” the owner said with a kind smile.

I nodded.

“I always wanted a flower shop of my own, but I never made it happen.”

“Why not?”

My thoughts drifted into the past.

When my family was on the verge of bankruptcy, the flower shop my father had helped me open went under

That was when Graham reached out and taught me how to be strong.

“Go into law with me. I know you can do it.”

From then on, I followed in his footsteps, longing to stand beside him.

But somewhere along that road, I wandered farther and farther from myself until I completely lost my way.

“Then why don’t you stay?” the owner said. “I’m getting older, and I can’t keep up the way you young people

can.”

“You can help me look after the shop, and I’ll pay you.”

Her words pulled me out of my memories.

“Are you serious?” I asked, unable to hide my excitement.

“Yes.”

From that day on, I devoted myself to running the flower shop.

Tourists came and went, choosing bouquets that spoke to their journeys and reflected how they felt in that

particular moment.

Life passed peacefully.

Then the familiar face appeared.

Across the street, Graham stood among the crowd, watching me.

The confidence and energy he once carried were gone.

After our eyes met briefly, I lowered my head and continued wrapping a customer’s bouquet.

I did not notice him approach until he was standing directly in front of me.

“Hello. I’d like a bouquet of white roses.”

“All right.”

I quickly arranged the bouquet and handed it to him.

“Could you add a card that says, [I’m sorry. I’d like to talk.]”

I looked up at him impatiently.

“Could you stop interfering with my work?”

Graham picked up the white roses from the counter and studied them carefully.

But white roses have always been your favorite, haven’t they?”

He paid for the flowers, then held the bouquet out to me.

The scene felt familiar, just like the day he had confessed his feelings to me.

I did not take the flowers. I pushed the bouquet back toward him instead.

“Graham, I’ve already made myself clear.”

“We’re over.”