Until the night everything changed.
I came home from work, tired, expecting nothing unusual.
But the moment I opened the door… something felt off.
There were rose petals on the floor.
At first I thought I was in the wrong house.
Then I followed them into the living room.
And I froze.
The entire room was filled with flowers.
Candles. Soft light. A heart made of petals on the floor.
And in the middle of it…
Stan.
But not the Stan I knew.
He was wearing a perfectly fitted black suit. Clean. Sharp. Confident.
In his hand — a small velvet box.
“Miley,” he said softly, “I think it’s time I stop pretending.”
My heart started racing.
“Where did you get all this?” I asked.
He took a breath.
And then he told me everything.
He wasn’t just some man who fell through the cracks.
He used to own a company.
His brothers had pushed him out — forged documents, took everything, even his identity.
By the time he tried to fight back, he had nothing left.
No money. No connections. No one willing to believe him.
Until… me.
“When you helped me,” he said, “I finally had something to stand on again.”
He’d contacted a major law firm.
They took his case.
His accounts were restored.
And now… he was getting everything back.
Then he looked at me.
Not like before.
Deeper.
