The Wilted Blossoms of Love

As I sat dejectedly on the couch, my mind kept replaying the things Benjamin said.

Would he hug her? Would he kiss her?

When I rushed to his company, the only person in the office was Benjamin's assistant, Anson Pierce. He didn't usually stay by Benjamin's side while he was going about his tasks.

Anson greeted me warmly when he saw me. "Mrs. Lane, you can wait in the office first. Mr. Lane is in a meeting now. Would you like me to make you a cup of coffee?"

I declined his offer and stepped into Benjamin's office.

Benjamin had always known how to enjoy life, even as a boss. His office was a massive suite—the outer section was his workspace, and further inside, there was a private lounge and a game room.

I walked straight into the game room, feeling restless and upset, so I decided to distract myself with a game.

"Don't look! I'm shy!"

A burst of soft-sounding laughter came from somewhere else, and I instinctively yanked off my headphones.

"Alright, alright, you change—I won't look." That was Benjamin's voice.

Even though I couldn't see his face, I could easily picture his indulgent expression as he said those words.

The game room door wasn't fully closed, and their flirty voices carried through loud and clear.

I turned my head and looked over.

The tall man was shaking his head with his back turned to me. The petite woman slipped off her black business suit and revealed a bunny officer outfit underneath. She then pulled a pair of bunny ears from her bag and perched them on her head.

She hugged Benjamin from behind and teased, "Freeze! You're under arrest. Now, hands up!"

Benjamin laughed, his shoulders shaking slightly. He raised both hands in surrender and turned to face her.

But the woman wasn't satisfied. She threw herself into his arms and stomped her feet in protest, nuzzling her face against him as she whined coyly," Come on! You're not allowed to laugh at me!"

Benjamin sighed with indulgence and smiled helplessly, wrapping his arms around her in a protective embrace.

"Okay, my bunny police officer."

The woman, triumphant, let her mischievous hands slip gently into the man's shirt. She traced over his abs and reached all the way down.

Benjamin's breathing grew noticeably heavier, and his gaze darkened. The hands he had raised now gripped the woman, lifting her into his arms.

While she was held in this position, the woman wrapped herself around the man's neck and tilted her head up to kiss him.

I felt a sharp pain stab through my eyes, and I instinctively blinked. Following that, tears began streaming down my cheeks.

The man who told me countless times that he would only love me for his whole life now seemed like a wild beast out of control, embracing another woman and releasing all his passion.

I bit down hard on my lips, forcing myself to stay silent.

He probably loved her, right?

This man—who became increasingly calm and restrained with me—was now impatient and acted desperate, like an eager young boy.

He eagerly tore apart the bunny officer costume and pinned her down on the desk. She clung to his neck, responding just as eagerly.

Soon, the sounds of a heated, steamy exchange could be heard across the room.

I felt my blood slowly turn to ice, and my body was frozen in place—unable to react at all.

The two of them moved from the desk to the couch before finally shifting to the private lounge.

I stared at the tightly shut lounge door, listening to the fevered sounds within. Without a word, I quietly closed the door to the game room.

Their session lasted a full hour. When they emerged, they were neatly dressed again. The woman had changed into a pink sports outfit, looking energetic and refreshed.

Benjamin sat back in his oversized office chair as the woman nestled onto his lap.

"Benny, stay with me tonight. I even prepared a nurse outfit for you!" she cooed.

Benjamin chuckled, stroking her hair. "Still not satisfied, bunny?"

The woman pouted and poked him with her hand. "Benny, you're so mean! You're always bullying me."

Just then, a knock sounded at the office door, and Benjamin's friends strolled in.

The woman hopped off Benjamin as though she were a frightened rabbit.

His friends exchanged knowing glances at the two. "Alas, did we come at a bad time? We interrupted Ben and Jessie's intimate time."

Despite their words, they still walked in and made themselves comfortable.

"Ben, I got that ruby you wanted. We figured you didn't bid in person because you wanted to gift it to Jessie."

"Ben, Jessie is so adorable. I have to say she's much more youthful and energetic compared to Selena Johnson."

All these years of marriage, Benjamin had rarely allowed me to interact with his friends. In his words, he had to protect me properly and keep me away from these playboys.

And yet, these men were obviously very familiar with the woman and seemed to have a great relationship with her.

Benjamin furrowed his brows tightly after hearing the comparison about me.

"Selena is my treasure. Keep your mouths shut. No one is to talk nonsense in front of her. Otherwise, I won't let any of you off," he said.

Then, he even earnestly added, "My Selena is the best."

His friends chuckled. "Alright, alright. Your wife is the best.

"It should be fine for you to join us for dinner tonight, right? Don't worry. We'll make sure you get home before curfew."

"That's right. But today, we have to treat Jessie to a drink first!" another friend said.

Benjamin domineeringly pulled the woman into his arms, making her fall completely into his embrace.

"I'll drink with you guys," he declared.

"Woah, must you be this protective? Alright, let's go!"

Then, the group of them left while chatting and laughing together. Among them were Benjamin's friends, childhood friends, and even his cousin.

They got along well with this woman and affectionately called her Jessie.

How ridiculous to think that I once believed I had a perfect love.