One Love rival down. Wesley smiled inwardly. This was too easy.

Orion remained in his chair, devastated. His love had just been shattered into pieces and scattered on the wind.

The next day, Blair felt Orion act weird around her. He had been avoiding her and was even cold toward her. She decided to talk to him.

What frustrated her even more was that Wesley, who had promised he would never let her go the night before, was now gone.

Blair didn't see him even once in the next two months.

As time went by, she couldn't help but think of herself as an idiot.

She had believed him that night. She'd hung on his every word.

On her birthday, Blair received a birthday gift when she was at work.

It was a gift box. She had no idea whom it was from.

Blair opened the gift. Lying in the middle of a velvet cloth was a ring, the giant lilac diamond on it shining brightly.

Along with the ring was a colored card.

“Wait for me," it said. The signature was W.

"Wesley," Blair whispered. She covered her mouth, tears of happiness streaming down her face. Warmth flooded her as she thought about their time together.

That man was so irritating. Infuriating, even. He had been missing for two months. Just when she started resenting him and hating him, he surprised her like this.

Before she could wipe her eyes, a courier showed up with a big transparent gift box.

"Who is Blair Johnson?" he asked. She raised her hand.

“I am."

“Your husband sent you a birthday gift,“ the courier said.

“Please sign for it. Thank you."

It was lunch time. Some of her colleagues hadn't gone out for Lunch yet. When they saw what was inside the box, they were even more excited than the birthday girl.

"Oh, my God! It's a customized preserved roses bunny!"

“Whoa! This is the first time I've seen it in person." “This is so romantic! Blair, I'm so envious."

“Blair, come on, go sign for it." "Who sent it?"

The questions came hard and fast. But Blair herself was too confused to answer any of them. ‘My husband?’ She walked up to the courier, pulled him farther from the crowd and whispered, “Who is it from?" She herself didn't even know when she got married.

Her eyes were still on the gift. The bunny was made of preserved