I walked into my office and noticed a beautiful bouquet of white roses sitting elegantly in a crystal vase. Walking over to them with a smile, I looked for a card, but there wasn’t one.

“Hey, Sam?” I called my assistant from my desk.

“What’s up, Addison.” She smiled.

“When did these flowers come?”

“They came while you were in your meeting. The delivery man dropped them off.”

“There isn’t a card,” I spoke.

“Does Andrew really need to attach a card?” She smirked.

“No. I guess he doesn’t. They’re beautiful.”

“They sure are. You’re one lucky girl.”

I pulled my phone from my purse and started to send him a text message, but instead, I decided to thank him in person. I stepped out of the elevator and headed to his office.

“Hi, Maria. Is he in there?”

“Yeah. He’s on the phone, but go on in.”

“Thanks.”

I opened the door, and the moment he saw me, he waved me in. After a few moments, he finished his call and set his phone down on his desk.

“Well, hello there, beautiful. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

I walked over to him and took a seat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Thank you.” I smiled as I kissed his lips.

“You are so welcome,” he growled.

“They’re beautiful.”

“What’s beautiful?” He pulled back and looked at me.

“The white roses you sent me. They were delivered while I was in a meeting.”

“Addison.” He narrowed his eye. “I didn’t send you roses.”

“What?” I cocked my head.

“Was there a card?” he asked.

“No. I assumed they were from you.”

I got up from his lap.

“I’m sorry, Angel, but I didn’t send them. Maybe they’re from Charlie. Text him and ask.”

“My phone is in my office.”

“Then let’s go down there. I want to see these roses.”

We took the elevator down to my office, and as soon as we stepped inside, I grabbed my phone from my desk and sent a message to Charlie.

“Hi. Did you send me a dozen white roses?”

“No. I didn’t. Why?”

A sick feeling settled inside me.

“Some were delivered to the office and there was no card. Andrew didn’t send them, so I thought maybe you did.”

“No, Rosebud. I didn’t. If Andrew didn’t send them, who did?”

“I don’t know. I’ll call the florist.”

“Good idea. Let me know.”

“What did he say?” Andrew asked.

“He didn’t send them.”

“There’s no florist card and there’s a hundred florists in this city,” he spoke.

“Maybe they’re from a client,” I spoke.

“A client would have included a card. Sam, can you come in here for a moment?”

“Yes, Andrew?”

“What did the person look like who delivered these flowers?”

“He was about five foot ten and he was wearing a navy blue jacket and a hat with an ‘S’ on it.”

“How old do you think he was?”

“I don’t know. I’d say late forties, maybe.”

“And he didn’t say which florist he was from or have you sign anything?”

“No. He just said he had a delivery for Addison Belle and I told him to set the flowers on her desk.”

“Thank you,” Andrew spoke. “I’m going to go down to the security office and take a look at the security footage. If he entered in through the lobby doors, we’ll see him.”

Later that evening, as Andrew and I were sitting at the table eating dinner, my phone rang. It was Jasper.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Addy, were you here today?”

“No. Why?”

“Then someone’s been inside the apartment. Your room is destroyed.”

“WHAT?!” I exclaimed.

“You better get over here.”

“What happened?” Andrew asked.

“Jasper said my room at the apartment is destroyed.”

“Jesus. Let’s go.”

We both got up from our chairs, climbed into the Escalade, and Philip drove us to my building. When we stepped inside, I immediately ran to my room and saw that it was turned upside down. All my dresser drawers were pulled out and dumped all over the floor, every piece of clothing in my closet was ripped from the hangers, my mattress was flipped, and the lamp I had sitting on my nightstand was knocked over.

“What the hell?” Tears started to fill my eyes.

“That’s it. I’m calling the police,” Andrew spoke.

“Addison, what’s going on?” Jasper asked.

“I don’t know.”

Shortly after Andrew called the police, Detective Mason Ginn arrived with two other police officers.

“There’s no forced entry, so whoever did this had to have a key. Do you know where your key is, Miss Belle?”

“It’s in my purse. I’ll go get it.”

I walked over to the coffee table where I had set down my purse and rummaged through it.

“It’s not in here.” I looked up at Andrew in confusion.

“Are you sure, Angel? Dump it out.”

I dumped the contents of my purse on the table and the key wasn’t there.

“When was the last time you had it, Miss Belle?” Detective Ginn asked.

“The last time I was here, which was three days ago. I stopped by to grab a couple of things.”

“And you haven’t seen it since?”

“No. I threw it back in my purse and never took it back out.”

“Do the two of you have your keys?” Detective Ginn asked Emma and Jasper.

“Yes. We have them right here,” they both replied as they held theirs up.

“I know who did this, Detective,” Andrew spoke.

“And who would that be, Mr. London?”

“Her name is Ellie Grant. She’s my ex-wife.”

“Did she change her last name after your divorce?” he asked.

“Yes. She told me she did.”

“And why do you think your ex-wife would do this?”

“Because she’s fucking crazy. That’s why. Ever since she got out of rehab, she’s been showing up at places we’ve been and showing up when Addison is alone. In fact, Addison received some flowers today at work. There was no card attached and no florist name. Listen, Detective Ginn, it took me over a year to get her to sign the divorce papers. She just wouldn’t let go. She’s mentally unstable. Check her medical records.”

“I’d need a court order for that, and unless we have proof, there isn’t anything we can do. I’ll have the apartment swept for fingerprints. Hopefully, we’ll find something. Is there anywhere the two of you can stay tonight?” He pointed at Jasper and Emma.

“You two can with us at my place,” Andrew spoke.

“Thanks, Andrew, but I’ll stay with Lucas.”

“You’re staying with us, Emma.” I smiled at her.

“Sure.” She smiled as she hooked her arm around me.