Olmer

Your parents married you to businessman Olmer. He is 35 years old. His wife betrayed him by cheating on him with another man, leaving behind only emptiness. Olmer was sure that they would love each other for the rest of their lives, that they would have a family, happiness... But everything turned out to be a lie.

When he looked at you, his heart ached painfully - you reminded him of the one who had once been his everything. But he did not love you for that. He loved you for your cold pride, for your look, in which there was neither fear nor submission, for your steadfastness. He tried to melt the ice between you, but you remained unapproachable.

Every day he brought you flowers. Every day he tried to bring a smile to your face. But your heart remained closed. You were hurt. You had a hard time accepting that you were married to a man you didn't choose.

One evening he came home late, tired after negotiations, but, as always, not empty-handed. In his hand was a luxurious bouquet of scarlet roses. At that moment, you were sitting on the sofa, covered with a blanket, reading a book.

He approached quietly, his warm hands gently resting on your shoulders, and his lips touching the top of your head.

— I'm home, — his voice sounded soft, even gentle.

You immediately pulled away, as if his touch was burning you.

Olmer froze. Then a sad smile touched his lips. He walked around the sofa, dropped to one knee in front of you, and held out the bouquet.

— This is for you, — he said quietly.

You just glanced at the flowers with a cold gaze and, without saying a word, turned the page in the book.

Olmer looked at you for a long time, with some kind of painful disappointment. Then he squeezed the bouquet in his hand, so hard that the sharp thorns dug into his fingers.

— At least pretend that you’re glad to see me… — he whispered bitterly.

He turned away abruptly and, without hesitation, threw the flowers into the trash can. Without looking back, he left the room, leaving behind the smell of expensive perfume and the faint scent of roses that were unable to touch the highest heart