Someone Sent Me a Bouquet of White Roses with a Note — Upon Reading It, I Tossed Them in the Trash

A bouquet of white roses landed on my desk, accompanied by a chilling note that made my heart race. I broke into a cold sweat and tossed the flowers in the trash. Someone knew my secret. Who? What did they want from me?

The day started like any other Tuesday at the office. I had my usual grande latte in one hand and was scrolling through a never-ending stream of emails with the other. Thats when a delivery guy walked in, carrying the most stunning bouquet of white roses Id ever seen. My heart raced as he made his way straight to my desk…

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“Delivery for Rebecca,” he announced, placing the bouquet right next to my keyboard.

I felt the eyes of my coworkers on me as I signed for the flowers. Jenny from accounting leaned over her cubicle, eyebrows raised.

“Secret admirer, Becca?” she teased.

I laughed it off, but inside, my mind was racing. Who could have sent these flowers? And why today of all days?

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“No idea,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “Maybe its a mistake?”

Jenny snorted. “A mistake? Come on, Becca. Someones obviously got the hots for you.”

I forced a smile, but something didnt feel right. The timing was too… convenient.

As soon as the delivery guy left, I inspected the bouquet. The roses were perfect. With pristine petals, aromatic smells, and generally just beautiful. Their scent was intoxicating, filling the air around my desk.

Thats when I noticed a small, cream-colored note nestled between the blooms. My fingers trembled slightly as I plucked it out.

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“What does it say?” Jenny curiously called out.

“Give me a sec.”

I unfolded the note, my eyes scanning the words. And just like that, I froze in my chair at seeing:

“You always wanted the spotlight. Lets see how you handle it now.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My mind went blank, then started spinning at a thousand miles an hour. Someone knew. About me. And my secret. God. Who could it be? What do they want from me?

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The phrase kept repeating in my head like a broken record.

“Everything okay?” Jennys voice snapped me back to reality.

“Yeah, just… unexpected.”

“What does it say?” she pressed, leaning further over her cubicle wall.

I quickly folded the note and shoved it into my drawer. “Oh, you know. Just a cheesy line. Nothing much.”

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Jennys eyes narrowed. “Youre being weird, Becca. Spill.”

“Its nothing, really,” I insisted, turning back to my computer. “Ive got to finish this report before the meeting.”

For the rest of the morning, I couldn’t focus. The flowers sat there, a grim reminder that my carefully guarded secret could be exposed at any moment. Every time someone walked by my desk, I flinched, wondering if they knew.

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During the team meeting, I barely heard a word my boss Karen said. My mind kept drifting to the note, to the past Id tried so hard to leave behind.

“Rebecca? Your thoughts on this?” Karens voice cut through my haze. I blinked, realizing everyone was staring at me.

“I… um…” I stammered, frantically trying to piece together what theyd been discussing.

Karen frowned. “Are you feeling alright? You seem distracted.”

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“Just a little under the weather,” I lied. “Could you repeat the question?”

As Karen repeated herself, I felt everyones eyes on me, and I could practically feel myself sinking into the floor.

By lunchtime, I couldnt take it anymore. I grabbed the flowers and the note, marched over to the break room, and dumped the whole thing in the trash. As I turned to leave, I almost ran into Emily from HR.

“Whoa there!” she said, steadying me. Her eyes darted to the trash can. “What happened to those gorgeous roses?”

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“Not really my style.”

“But they are so beautiful. Are you sure—”

“Im sure,” I cut her off. “Sorry, Em. Ive got a ton of work to catch up on.”

As I hurried back to my desk, I could feel Emilys concerned gaze following me.

The afternoon dragged on. I stared at my computer screen, not really seeing anything. My mind kept replaying every moment from three years ago, wondering where Id slipped up and who could have found out.

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A distracting chat notification popped up on my screen. It was from Tom in IT.

“Hey Rebecca, noticed you were having trouble with the new software earlier. Need any help?”

I groaned. The last thing I needed was someone hovering over my shoulder right now.

“Thanks, Tom. Im good for now,” I typed back quickly.

“You sure? Its no trouble. I could swing by your desk.”

“Really, Im fine. Just figuring things out on my own.”

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I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost missed the conversation happening at the coffee machine behind me.

“Did you see those white roses on Rebeccas desk this morning?” It was Lisa from sales.

I froze, straining to hear the response.

“Oh yeah,” Sarah from marketing replied. “I got the exact same bouquet with a creepy note last year after landing the Johnson account.”

My head snapped up. What?

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Sarah continued, “The note was weird too. Something about the spotlight not lasting forever.”

I spun around in my chair and chimed in, “Wait, you got a similar note?”

They both looked at me, startled. Sarah nodded slowly. “Yeah, it freaked me out at first. But then I found out it was just Alison being… well, Alison.”

“Alison?” I gasped, my mind struggling to catch up.

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Lisa rolled her eyes. “Yeah, Alison from digital marketing. She does this whenever someone gets something SHE WANTS. Its her twisted way of saying congratulations, I guess.”

The relief that washed over me was so intense that I almost laughed out loud. It wasnt about my past at all. It was just office politics.

“So, its not a threat?” I asked, just to be sure.

Sarah shook her head. “Nah, just Alison being petty. Why? Did you think it was something else?”

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I hesitated for a moment. “I… I guess I just overreacted. Its been a stressful week.”

Lisa patted my shoulder. “Dont let her get to you. Shes just jealous of your promotion.”

Once they were out of sight, I slumped back, feeling like a deflated balloon. The stress that had been eating at me all day finally started to let up.

But as the relief settled in, a new thought crept in: Why had I been so quick to assume the worst?

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Just then, my phone buzzed. A text from my best friend, Mia: “Drinks tonight? You look like you could use one.”

I smiled, wondering how she always seemed to know. “God, yes. Murphys at 7?”

“See you there,” came the quick reply.

That night, as Mia and I sat in our favorite booth at Murphys, I couldnt stop thinking about my reaction to the flowers.

“Spill it, Becca,” Mia said, pushing a glass of wine toward me. “Whats going on?”

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I took a long sip before answering. “I got some flowers at work today.”

Mias eyebrows shot up. “And thats it?”

“No, its just…” I sighed. “The note that came with them. It brought up some… memories.”

“Ah,” Mia nodded, understanding dawning on her face. “Mark?”

I nodded, the name alone bringing a flood of emotions. “I thought… I thought someone had found out. That it was all going to come crashing down again.”

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“Becca, that was three years ago. Youve moved on, havent you?”

I stared into my wine glass, swirling the red liquid. “I thought I had, but today… it all came rushing back.”

“Talk to me,” Mia urged gently. “What exactly happened back then? You never told me all the details.”

I took a deep breath. “I got involved with Mark. He was married, Mia. God, I was so stupid.”

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“Hey, dont be so hard on yourself. We all make mistakes.”

“This was a big one,” I added. “We ended things before it got too messy, but… his wife found out.”

Mias eyes widened. “Oh, Becca…”

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“It gets worse. She posted pictures of me online. With captions about me wanting the spotlight… that I was a freaking homewrecker. God, Mia, they were horrible.”

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She reached across the table, squeezing my hand. “Becca, that was three years ago. Youve moved on. Youve built a great life for yourself.”

“I know, I know. But for a moment there, it all felt so fresh. Like I was right back in that mess.”

“But youre not. Youre here, youre successful, and youre stronger than you were then, darling. Dont let the ghost of a mistake haunt you forever.”

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“Youre right. Its time to let it go.”

“Damn straight,” Mia grinned, raising her glass. “To moving forward.”

I clinked my glass against hers, feeling lighter than I had all day. “To moving forward.”

The next morning, I walked into the office and as I rounded the corner to my desk, I nearly collided with Alison.

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“Oh! Rebecca,” she said, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. “Congratulations on the promotion.”

I looked at her, really looked at her, and felt a wave of pity. “Thanks, Alison.”

As I watched her go, I realized something. The spotlight might come with its challenges, but I was stronger than the shadows of my past. And that was a truth Alison could never touch.

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As I sat down at my desk, opened my laptop, and got to work, a new email popped up. It was from Karen.

“Great job in yesterdays meeting, Rebecca. Your insight on the Johnson account was spot on. Keep up the good work.”

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. This was my life now, challenges, successes, and all. And I was ready for whatever came next.

As for Alison, if she wants to harbor resentment, thats her choice. Im not going to waste my time on it. I have better things to do.

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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