Love Fades Like a Withering Rose

###My fiancée and her co-star shared a passionate kiss on stage during their play.

The audience was moved, swept up in the romance of the characters. But I knew—there was no such scene in the script.

For a brief moment, guilt flickered across her face, but she quickly defended herself:

“It’s just acting! What, am I never supposed to take on romantic roles again?”

I didn’t respond with a dramatic argument or accusations. Instead, I handed the bouquet of hybrid roses I’d specially bred for her… to one of the extras.

Without another word, I turned and walked out of their cast party.