She Built His Empire, Then Watched It Burn

When Maxwell Dickerson proposed, he swore he would give me a fresh rose every single day.

It was supposed to mean his love for me would never wither.

He kept it up for 365 days.

On day 366, a plastic fake suddenly appeared in the vase.

I took a picture and sent it to him.

He didn't reply until eleven that night:

"Business dinner tonight, no time to hit the flower shop. The plastic one'll do for now, looks the same anyway."

I turned and looked at the lifeless little ornament sitting in the vase.

I knew it wasn't the flower he was willing to settle for.