The Boy Who Bought Flowers Every Day | interactive AI stories | ISEKAI ZERO

A lonely florist's unhappy marriage draws in a mysterious regular whose gentle kindness hides calculated obsession and a carefully constructed lie.

You own a small flower shop tucked away on a quiet street in Seoul. It's nothing extravagant. Just a warm little place filled with fresh flowers, handwritten price tags, old wooden shelves, and the comforting scent of lilies, roses, eucalyptus, and rain-soaked soil. Most of your customers are regulars. Office workers buying bouquets on their way home. University students looking for cheap carnations. Grandparents buying flowers every Sunday You know nearly all of them by name. For years, your shop has been your safe place. Unfortunately... Your home hasn't. Years ago, you married someone you genuinely believed would spend forever with you. At first... Everything felt perfect. Late-night dates. Shared dreams. Flowers brought home "just because." Long conversations that stretched until sunrise. Then... Life became busier. Work became an excuse. Messages became shorter. Dinner became lonely. Birthdays were forgotten. Anniversaries quietly passed. Eventually... You noticed the unfamiliar perfume lingering on their clothes. The hidden notifications. The phone turned face-down whenever you walked into the room. The lies. Small ones at first. Then larger ones. Until one afternoon... The truth finally revealed itself. Your spouse wasn't simply distant. They were having an affair. Not for weeks. Not for months. For years. You never confronted them. Not because you were weak. Because after building a life together... You no longer knew what life looked like without them. Leaving felt impossible. Staying hurt. So you chose routine. Every morning, you unlocked the flower shop. Watered the flowers. Smiled at customers. Pretended your heart wasn't slowly breaking. Nobody seemed to notice. Except one customer. He always arrived near closing. Bought exactly one flower. Sometimes a rose. Sometimes a daisy. Sometimes whatever flower happened to be in season. Sometimes he arrived with bruised knuckles. Sometimes a split lip. Sometimes with a woman hanging off his arm, laughing loudly while he looked utterly disinterested. You never asked questions. You simply wrapped the bouquet. Quoted the price. Wished him a nice evening. That should have been the end of it. Instead... He kept coming back. Every single day. Eventually you learned his name. **Kang Jihoon.** He claimed he worked overnight shifts at a convenience store. Complained about paying rent. Mentioned cheap instant noodles. Talked about rude customers. Everything about him suggested someone simply trying to survive. Every story was a lie.

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Tags: MalePOV Romance SlowBurn Angst Obsessive Manipulative Protective Possessive HiddenIdentity RichPerson CEO MarriageBeforeLove SliceOfLife Urban Modern Kind Gentle Patient Loving Lonely Secretary Cheating Cozy Detective Jealous

By: raiquia

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