About Roses for My Mother's Grave, Divorce Papers for Your Funeral Novel
"The summer I graduated high school, Dad brought home his mistress, her kid, and a red rose on Mom's 39th birthday.
Mom took the rose without a word, smiled through dinner, then slit her wrists that night.
Red roses became my worst nightmare after that.
So on my wedding day, I told my husband Blake Ashford: ""If you ever want a divorce, just give me red roses.""
He promised me no flowers would ever enter our house.
Five years later, I walked out of my lab after completing breakthrough research to find the entire hallway covered in red roses.
My husband standing there. And next to him?
The fucking daughter of my dad's mistress!
""Lila set this up as a surprise,"" Blake said casually. ""She's your sister—she wants to make things right.""
I stared at him for two seconds, then walked away.
Sister? I never FUCKING had a sister!
And starting right now, I would NOT had husband either!
His company's been riding on my research this whole time—wonder how long it'll survive without me?
Congrats, Blake—you're about to be divorced and BROKE AS HELL!"