THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.

Then Cora's heart skipped.

She stared, confused, unsure of what she was even looking at.

And then… right there in front of her spot, standing tall—was a man.

Or rather, someone holding a massive bouquet of roses. So large that the flowers covered his entire upper body. The bouquet was shaped like a full heart, the kind that is only showed on movies or extremely expensive events. The person behind it? Completely hidden.

Cora's hands froze on the steering wheel.

Who was that? She squinted.

She couldn't see any part of the person holding the bouquet, their face, their arms, even their clothes were completely hidden behind the flowers. Just legs in black trousers and polished shoes.

Cora was stunned, She didn't move. She couldn't even blink properly.

Around her, the company's front entrance had already turned into a mini crowd. Staff members cleaners, assistants, security guards had all stepped outside or paused in their morning routine. Phones were out. Cameras were rolling. Some were whispering excitedly to each other while others were just smiling like they were watching a live drama.

At that moment one of them giggled, "This is what I call premium romance!"

Cora, still frozen in her seat, could feel her heart thudding.

Who was this person? Why now? What was going on?

It had already been made clear in her mind, Oliver would never do something like this. As much as she trusted him, he was not the type to orchestrate such a grand, public gesture. It wasn't his style. And as for Robert… she had just met him yesterday. Yes, he was polite, graceful, and gave off a warm gentleman aura. But even with that, he didn't seem like someone who would plan something so flashy and attention-grabbing. He struck her as calm, reserved, and focused on business.

So who was this? Cora's confusion grew heavier with each step. Her heels clicked softly on the ground as she stepped out of her car, brushing past the murmuring staff and heading directly toward the oversized bouquet. Every eye was now on her, and phones remained steady in the air, recording every move she made.

However Cora didn't care, she just wanted to know who was behind the roses.

And she wasn't going to ask politely.

With a sharp breath, she reached forward and shoved the bouquet aside, pushing the flowers down just enough to see the person behind them.

But the moment the flowers dropped, her body froze, her jaw clenched, and her eyes darkened like storm clouds.

There he was, William.

Standing like he was proud of himself, with a smile that had no business being on his face.

He had trimmed his beard, wore a perfectly tailored black suit, and was obviously trying to impress. But all she could see was him. The man who had caused her so much pain.

Her entire body stiffened, and without thinking twice, her voice shot out, loud and sharp, slicing through the silence that had suddenly overtaken the gathering crowd.

"William, what the hell are you doing?"

At that moment, William didn't flinch. He didn't show any sign of regret or shame. Instead, he looked at her with that same smug charm that would have made Cora fall for him years ago—but now, it only irritated her.

With a casual grin spreading across his face, he tilted his head slightly and said with pride, "To surprise you, of course. What else would I be doing here with all these flowers?"

Again Cora blinked in disbelief. Did he really just say that?

William chuckled lightly, like everything was perfectly normal. "Come on, Cora… is it too much to surprise the lady I actually like? The woman I care about deeply? The woman I would do anything for just to see her smile?" His tone was soft, almost sweet, but laced with a confidence that made her stomach twist. "I don't think it's too much," he added with a slight shrug. "If anything, I feel like I should have done more."

At that moment Cora's eyes narrowed, but William wasn't done.

"My original plan," he continued dramatically, gesturing with his hand as if painting a masterpiece in the air, "was to order a helicopter yes, a helicopter, to drop roses from the sky. Big, beautiful red petals falling like blessings from heaven. A scene no one would forget."

He looked upward for a moment, then back at her.

"But those fools those absolute fools, disappointed me last minute. Can you believe that?" He chuckled again, clearly amused by his own grand ideas. "Last minute, Cora. They said there were safety concerns or something about airspace. Honestly, it's their loss."

He looked at her, waiting for a reaction, his voice suddenly softer. "But I'm still here. With all of this. For you."

William then continue, completely ignoring the storm brewing in Cora's eyes. His voice took on a romantic, almost dramatic tone, as if he were the leading man in some grand love story only he believed in.

"This is just a little token," he said with a smug smile, gesturing to the sea of roses at their feet. "A simple gift. Something to remind you, Cora, of my interest in you. Of how serious I am. I've changed, and I just want to show you that I'm not the same man you walked away from."

But Cora wasn't moved. Not in the slightest, In fact, her blood was boiling.

She had barely slept the night before, her mind tangled in real problems, legal threats, share transfers, betrayals, and critical decisions. And then this, this nonsense, was what greeted her at work?

She clenched her jaw and stepped even closer to him, her heels crushing the roses on the ground without a second thought.

"You…" she said coldly, her voice sharp enough to cut through the tension. "You think this is a gift? You think showing up uninvited to my workplace like this, embarrassing me in front of my staff with this ridiculous display is a gift?"

William blinked, still holding onto that delusional smile.

"You're unbelievable," she hissed.

Then, slowly but firmly, she pointed toward the gate. Her eyes, dark and fierce, locked onto his.

"Before I open my eyes again, William," she said, her voice low and dangerous, "I don't want to see you here. Not in front of my company. Not near my car. Not near me."

Her tone dropped even colder. "Disappear. Now."

She took one slow breath, warning clear in her voice.

"Because if I open my eyes and you're still standing here…" she paused, narrowing her gaze, "you're not going to like what I'm going to do to you."