The lilies arrived at ten in the morning, a few hours after I arrived at the library.

Maya called me over with that nosy look she gets whenever something exciting happens at the front desk.

" There's a delivery for you," she said and somehow I already knew who it was from.

I took the bouquet, the soft white petals brushing against my fingers, then opened the small card attached. It had just two words; "Remember this?"

Those two words had enough power to drag me backwards through time.

To memories I had shoved in the deepest corners of my heart.

I remembered exactly the first time he bought me flowers. He had no money then. He'd walked into that tiny flower shop on Warwick avenue because I mentioned lilies were my favorite. He came back with the littlest bouquet he could afford. Then, he went down on one knee, nervous and awkward, pulling his hands in and out of his pockets before finally pulling out the tiny ring.

"I know it's not much," he'd said, " but I can't wait another day to ask you. Will you marry me, Elena? Will you make me the happiest man alive? I promise to love you forever."

When I said yes, he smiled, the biggest smile I had ever seen on him, then he looked sad.

"You deserve so much more," he said. "I should have proposed with a diamond. Get you a house... I'm going to do all of that for you, even if i have to work myself to the bone. I'm going to make so much money and give you the life you deserve. I promise, Elena."

I touched his cheek and said, "I don't care about any of that, okay? You could have proposed with a plastic ring and I'd still say yes. I love you. Always."

He smiled then and held on to me like he would never let go.

We walked to the diner to celebrate, sat at our favorite corner booth, ordered burgers and shared a milkshake from the same glass with two straws, making plans for a future we couldn't see. For a moment, it felt like we had everything.

I blinked, dragging myself back to the present but the memory stayed with me.

I placed the flowers on the corner table and tried to shake off the memory as I went about my day. Kids came in talking about costumes for storyfest, Mrs. Lyon returned another batch of historical romance novels and everything seemed normal again. I could almost pretend the lilies hadn't arrived at all.

Then, Nathan walked in smiling, the storyfest banner I asked him to pick up tucked under his arm. He looked happy, like he always did when helping me.

"Who sent those?" he asked, nodding toward the lilies.

I sighed. "Just someone."

Nathan raised his eyebrows. Of course he knew exactly who it was.

Before I could stop him, he picked up the card and read it aloud. "Remember this?"

He looked at me. " What's this about? What does it mean?"

I tried to keep my voice steady. "Just a thing. Not even sure I remember."

He squeezed the card. "Hmm, really? Are you sure?"

I could tell the question was not just about the flowers. He wanted to know whether I'd kept pieces of my life from him.

And the truth was... I had.

Not out of love.

But because some memories belonged to me, my first flowers, the proposal, the diner celebration. I didn't want to share them or explain them. Not because they belonged to Enzo but because they belonged to me.

Nathan read the words on the card again like it would magically change. "I know this is just another stunt, you need to ignore him so he doesn't get encouraged."

"He...he doesn't need encouragement, I said softly. "Enzo does whatever he wants. He'll do what he pleases without caring how it affects anyone."

Nathan ran a hand through his hair. "Okay. I'll talk to him. Man to man. Make him see reason. Maybe get him to sign the papers, I'll sort this."

"No," I said immediately.

He blinked. "What do you mean 'no'? Everytime I offer help, you say 'let me handle it'..."

"I know," I said, trying to keep my voice low, "and I love you for it, Nathan. But this..this is mine to finish. You don't know Enzo, if you step in, he'll twist it. He'll make it about you and he'll enjoy it." I could see Nathan getting angrier by the minute. "Please, don't."

He stared at me like he wanted to argue. Instead he said, "we agreed you'd move in with me once we got engaged. I think it's time. Show him how serious you are,"

My stomach dropped. "I don't think we should do that right now. With everything... With Enzo, it feels.." I searched for the right words. "I think we should wait."

He cut me off. "I love you, Elena, I really do, but this whole Enzo drama is pissing me off. It seems like you still care about his feelings. I don't want to believe that, but from what I'm seeing..."

"Nathan,"

He didn't let me finish.

The type of anger on his face was something I'd never seen before. He tossed the storyfest banner on the table and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

I stood there, stunned. Even the lilies on the table looked like they were judging me.

"Elena!" Judy's voice snapped me out of my pity party. She and Olive walked in, both wearing the same expression that told me they'd seen Nathan storm out angrily on their way in.

"Are you okay?" Judy asked, hugging me before I could answer. Olive gave me a tight hug without saying a word.

"I brought some stuff," Judy announced excitedly. "Stickers, the face paint kit...don't worry, everything for storyfest is sorted." Judy's way of fixing things was legendary.

Olive looked at the lilies, then laughed.

"Girl, the way the group chat has been going off, and seeing how Nathan stormed out of here, I already know who those lilies are from. You told us this was crazy, but this is a full blown telenovela."

I let out a short laugh, Olive could make me laugh even while I was ugly crying. "Of course. Wouldn't be Maplewood without drama."

They hugged me again. Judy got into arranging the lilies like it was the most important task. Olive teased me about keeping secrets, but I could see the worry in her eyes.

We got busy sorting out items for storyfest while they updated me up on workplace drama and the usual Maplewood gossip. For a little while, the guilt eased like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

But when that relief faded, the hurt came in. Nathan had left angry and I felt responsible. He didn't deserve that. He'd been kind and so patient.

If only that evil bastard would sign the papers and stop showing up everywhere like an unwanted rash.

It wasn't just about signing the divorce papers anymore. It was the house he bought in town, the investments, his sudden presence everywhere I turned. He was making himself unavoidable and I hated it.

It took a while before we finished, so we grabbed a late lunch on the library steps..sandwiches and gossip, the best combination. For a few minutes, the lilies, Enzo and Nathan's anger all faded into the background. Kids from storytime ran around. One kid in a spiderman mask shouted, "I'm superman" and ran past.

For a moment, life seemed normal.

After waving the girls goodbye, I got a text from Enzo,

"Did you remember? I hope you still like lilies.

I stared at the message.

I thought about the diner, proposal, the way his laugh used to make me smile too. I thought about Nathan, how hurt he'd looked when he left. And for a second, I wasn't sure why I'd kept that memory to myself, whether it was because I wanted to keep it to myself or because I didn't want to make Nathan angrier.

I convinced myself it had to be the second option. It had to be. If it wasn't, then I had to get my brain checked, because I couldn't afford to show that kind of tenderness to Enzo.

I ignored the text, slid the phone into my pocket and walked into the library where the lilies waited like a question I didn't have an answer to.

I had tossed the card that came with the lilies and left the bouquet at the library, but somehow the words still echoed in my head and the memory attached to it kept replaying like a movie.

I ran a hand through my hair as I walked round the kitchen, thinking of how to finally get Enzo off my back. I'd avoided calling Nathan all evening because I had no idea what to say. The look on his face earlier at the library still made me feel guilty.

Eventually, I finally grabbed my phone, scrolled to Enzo's number, and hesitated for a full five seconds before I hit the call.

It rang and rang. I was about to hang up when he picked up.

"Hello love."

"Stop messing with me, Enzo," I snapped. "No more dropping by the library. No more flowers. This has to stop."

"I'm just trying to get what's mine," he said quietly.

"What's yours?" I asked. "You keep saying that, but I don't have anything that belongs to you."

He stayed quiet, then in that deep voice of his..

"You. You belong to me."

I closed my eyes, my heart racing for reasons I do not care for. "Stop living in the past, Enzo. Whatever we had, it's over. That's never going to happen again."

"What did I do to you that was so wrong?" he asked, the amusement gone now. "Why do you hate me so much?"

"I don't hate you," I said. " I did..years ago. But I've moved on and you should too. Save us both this headache. Sign the papers and get out of my life for good this time."

He went quiet for so long I thought the line had disconnected. Then he said softly, "All I did was try to build something for us."

"Not this again," I murmured.

"I've been waiting for you," he continued. "Thinking you couldn't stay mad at me forever. You didn't date anyone for five years, I knew you were waiting for me too."

My grip on the phone tightened. "I do not like the fact that you kept tabs on me. That's creepy, unhealthy and beyond arrogant, even for you."

He laughed bitterly. " You should at least hear me out. Give me a chance to make you see things differently. Meet me, Elena. Tomorrow. Corner diner. I promise I'll behave."

I hesitated, then realized it was better to get it over with. "Fine. But after that, don't call me again."

The next evening, I headed straight to the diner right after leaving the library. The place was alive, the clatter of plates and the smell of coffee. I saw Enzo near the window, waving me over.

He was dressed in black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, looking all casual. He looked like someone who spent half his week in the gym, not behind a desk signing contracts.

"You look tired," he said as soon as I sat.

"I didn't come here for small talk."

He looked at me for a long time, his face unreadable. "You don't love him, Elena. I know that and you know it too."

I rolled my eyes. "You're acting crazy."

"Maybe." he said, leaning forward. "But I know you. You still think about me. You still remember."

"Don't flatter yourself. I remember the lies. The broken promises. The other women. The times you conveniently forgot you had a wife. How you chose money over me, over our marriage, over everything. Should I keep going? Because trust me, I remember plenty."

He exhaled. "I've made mistakes. I thought if I could build something, make something of myself, I could give you the life you deserved. I see now I was wrong, I should've done things differently. But I can fix it. Just give me one more chance."

"One more chance?" I laughed softly. "You really have some nerve."

For a moment, I could see a glimpse of the man I once loved, before it vanished behind that unreadable mask.

He leaned forward. "Looks like we're doing this the hard way then." He stood, dropped a few hundred dollar bills under his cup. "I'll be in touch, Mrs. Wayne,"

"Don't call me that," I snapped, but he was already walking away.

By the time I got home, I realized the truth, Enzo wasn't going anywhere. He was back.

I tried calling Nathan but it went straight to voicemail. Minutes later, a text came in.

I don't want to talk right now. I'll call tomorrow.

I stared at the message, I felt bad knowing Nathan was still angry and I couldn't even fault him.

I dropped my phone on the couch, leaned back and stared at the ceiling. My mind refused to settle. Enzo's voice echoed again and again, like I hadn't already spent years trying to get him out of my mind.

I tried sleeping, but sleep wouldn't come.

Instead, my mind drifted back to a time before everything went wrong. Before pride. Before the broken promises. Before Enzo turned into someone else.

Back to our wedding night.

It was ridiculous now that I thought about it.

Completely ridiculous.

Not the perfect, glamorous type people post about online. No roses on the bed or candlelit hotel suites. We were too broke for that. Too young . Too in love to care.

We checked into a tiny lodge with ugly wallpapers and a bed that squeaked everytime we moved. The elderly owner gave us a wink that made me want to bury my face in Enzo's chest.

We had spent the whole day dancing, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. But the moment we stepped into the room, everything crashed at once.

I was still in my wedding dress, laughing because Enzo couldn't figure out how to get the window open and kept saying, "This thing is older than my grandfather."

He finally got it open on the third try, letting a cool breeze rush in. Then he turned around and whatever joke I'd been about to make died instantly.

He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Like he couldn't decide whether to fall at my feet or lift me onto the bed.

"Come here," he said, pulling me in by the waist.

Then the zipper of my dress got stuck.

Not halfway down. Right at the top, just wouldn't budge.

"Don't move," Enzo said behind me, sounding far too confident for a man who had zero experience with wedding gowns.

"I'm not moving," I said, already sweating. "You're pulling my hair."

"That's because your hair is everywhere."

"Well, that's because you're pulling it!"

He said something else that I didn't quite catch.

Then, I heard a rip. A loud riiip.

I gasped. "Lorenzo!"

"Okay, okay," he said quickly. "Good news and bad news."

"Oh my God. Which one first?"

"Good news, it's open."

"And the bad news?!

"...It's very open."

I turned around so fast I nearly fell. "Enzo! You ripped my wedding dress!"

He started laughing then, that absolutely gorgeous laugh that used to melt every bit of common sense I had.

"You're unbelievable," I said, trying not to smile.

"You married Mr. unbelievable," he replied, pulling me to him. "Too late to complain now."

The kiss started slow, soft then deepened quickly as we pulled at each other's clothes. His hands slid along my back making me shake with desire.

I remember him whispering, "Tell him you're mine,"

And I whispered it back, breathless.

Everything after that was clumsy, perfect, beautiful and a little ridiculous.

We couldn't stop laughing because the bed kept creaking.

At one point, Enzo paused, looked down at me and said,

"Babe, do you think we're going too hard? I think the bed is judging us."

I laughed so hard the bed creaked again, making him laugh too and then neither of us could breathe because we were kissing and laughing at the same time.

He moved with so much tenderness, like he wanted to mark every inch of me. His mouth traced my shoulder, my neck, his tongue was in my ear. My hands in his hair.

We made love like we had all the time in the world.

Afterward, I lay on his chest, our fingers intertwined, his heartbeat slow and steady against my ear as he traced circles on my arm.

"We're going to have a beautiful life, you and me." He whispered

And for a while...that was true.

We were happy. So happy.

Before the late nights started.

Before the contract and deals and "just one more meeting."

Before the "business trips" that lasted days...then weeks.

Before I met a new version of him, the one that came home tired, distracted, smelling like someone else's perfume.

I felt a sharp ache in my chest at the memory, pulling me back into the present, into my dark room and the weight sitting heavily in my chest.

That night had felt like a beginning.

I had no idea it would be the highest point of our marriage before the fall neither of us saw coming.

I learned something no one tells you;

That sometimes love isn't enough.

Finally, after months of planning, It was time for storyfest. It was a beautiful, sunny Saturday morning, the perfect weather we needed.

The library lawn and hall was already buzzing when I walked in. Kids ran around in costumes, adults hung around the different stalls to see what they could buy and Maya was shouting orders like a general directing soldiers.

For the first time in weeks, my worry about how the event would turn out lifted. I felt light.

Maybe it was because somehow, we'd managed to pull the whole thing together.

Maybe it was the last minute donation that saved us.

Maybe it was the boxes of new children's books that arrived two days ago like magic.

Whatever it was, I felt... happy. Genuinely happy as I moved through the crowd.

"Look at this place," Maya said beside me, smiling with pride. "We did it. We actually did it."

"We really did," I whispered back.

She tapped my shoulder, "So the special donor is coming today. You're going to be shocked."

I raised a brow, wondering why I would be shocked, but she winked and hurried off before I could ask her.

Typical Maya. Always dramatic.

The next hour went by in a blur. Paint, laughter, glitter everywhere and so much food. Kids dragged me around to see their costumes, dragons, robots, princesses. Judy did dramatic voices for the kids during story hour, making toddlers shout with joy.

Olive managed the face painting section while Maya stood at the food stand sampling almost everything.

It was perfect.

Until I saw him.

Enzo.

Standing near the entrance like he belonged there, hands in the pockets of his dark jacket, watching me.

My legs felt weak. Not in the romantic way. More like the "what now?" way.

I walked up to him, already preparing to drag him outside by the ear if needed. "What are you doing here?"

He looked around, the decorations, the crowd, the kids. "Came to support you."

I searched his face for sarcasm but found none. That unsettled me more than anything.

"This isn't your kind of event," I muttered.

"You'd be surprised."

Before I could reply, someone called my name and I had to step away. But Enzo stayed. He talked to people, smiled, and charmed them.

Judy pulled me aside later, "Your ex...sorry, your husband is surprisingly pleasant."

Olive scoffed, "Yeah, he better stay that way or I will personally drag him to the next country."

Judy laughed. "Let's be real. I get that you're you're trying to be tough for our friend. But the three of us combined can't even move that man one inch. Have you seen how tall he is? That man looks like he's made entirely of muscle."

"Girl, keep your pants on," Olive said. "That's still your friend's husband. Stop looking at his muscles or anything on him."

"Well, the man's hot." Judy said. "Elena won't deny that. She's engaged, not blind. Right, Elena?"

I shook my head and sighed. Judy was insane.

Nathan arrived about two hours into the event, apologizing for being late, kissing my forehead, and checking if I'd eaten. Sweet, familiar and warm as always. I leaned into him and actually felt my shoulders loosen.

Things were normal between us again.

Well... for about ten minutes.

Nathan left to get wine, but when he came back, he didn't bring any wine. He also had that look on his face, the one that meant someone was testing his patience.

His smile was gone. His jaw tight.

I touched his arm. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"You look like you want to strangle someone."

He exhaled. "I just ran into Enzo."

I felt a headache coming on, but I kept my voice calm. "And?"

"And nothing. He just..."

Nathan shook his head. "It's fine. Let's enjoy the event."

He didn't tell me what happened and I didn't push.

A few minutes later, someone tapped my arm and handed me a drink.

I turned. Enzo.

"Wine?" he said casually, offering two glasses.

I barely glanced before reaching for the red wine. "Thanks."

He nodded once and walked away without another word. He really was being nice today like Judy said earlier.

I told myself it meant nothing. That anyone could guess which wine I preferred.

But Nathan's eyes followed Enzo as he moved through the crowd, and he got that look on his face again.

Whatever happened between them...It was boiling under Nathan's skin.

The rest of the day blurred again, book readings, kids laughing, more donations and then Maya gave a speech and finally thanked the donor.

Who turned out to be none other than Enzo Wayne.

The crowd clapped.

Enzo simply dipped his head once, as if it was nothing.

I stood frozen.

He did this?

He saved our event?

He dropped six figures on something that wouldn't profit him at all?

Why?

Eventually, the event wrapped up and people started packing. I caught sight of Enzo walking toward the parking lot.

Before I could think, my feet moved.

"Enzo."

He turned, brows lifting slightly.

"Why did you do it?" I asked. "The donation."

"Do I need a reason to support my hometown?" he said softly.

"No... I guess you don't."

We both stood there in silence.

"Well. Thank you." I said at last.

I turned to leave, then against my better judgement... asked, "What did you say to Nathan?"

"Reported to you, did he?" he said, voice sharp.

"I wasn't sure you said anything, but with that answer, I'm sure you did. So what was it?"

"Nothing for him to get pissy about, I told him what kind of wine you like. He insisted you liked white wine and I told him the truth. I guess he was angry about me knowing you more than he does because he left without getting any wine." he said.

"And the truth is...?" I asked.

"That you hate white wine. You only pretend to like it because he does. You love red wine. And then," he added, "I showed him."

At that moment, it clicked. The reason he brought me two glasses. To show Nathan he knew me better. And I proved him right by choosing the red.

"I can't believe you would do something so childish just to prove a point." I said. "You need to stop trying to sabotage my relationship."

"I don't need to do anything," Enzo smirked. "It's obvious where that relationship is headed. It's going to fail all on its own."

"You disgust me. It's obvious you moved back to make my life hell, but I won't give you the satisfaction. Your ego can't stand that despite all your money, I don't want you anymore."

I turned away, but he grabbed my elbow and pulled me back.

"Let me go, Enzo." I struggled but his grip tightened.

He stared into my eyes and brushed his knuckles lightly over my cheek. Then he leaned in, bringing his face close to my cheek, then my neck, like he was breathing me in.

And just like that, he let go.

I stared at him, speechless.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, which somehow made it worse. "I want you, Elena. But not this way. It's okay. I can wait. I'm very patient".

I stood there in shock.

He started toward his car, then paused. "Oh.I remember...I have something for you. I meant to bring it today but forgot. I'll drop it off tomorrow."

I frowned, "What is it?"

"A surprise," he said.

Then he got into his car and drove off.

I stood there long after his car disappeared down the road, wondering why my heartbeat felt too loud and why I didn't bite his ear off the moment he grabbed me. I promised myself I would do just that next time.

I went back to help with packing up and saw Nathan coming out.

"Where have you been?" he asked.

"Err... I went to say goodbye to some kids and their parents."

The lie tasted bitter, but I couldn't tell Nathan I'd been talking to Enzo.

So, I kept the truth to myself.