PART 2 : One Hundred Yellow Roses

As Amber examined the bouquet, she discovered three tiny red marks hidden beneath the petals of three separate roses. The detail was so unusual that she called the police. When Detective Hollis arrived, he immediately recognized the pattern. Twenty-three years earlier, three women had disappeared after receiving identical bouquets of one hundred yellow roses, each containing three marked flowers. Amber’s late father, a homicide detective, had worked the case—and had suspected someone close to him.

Then the investigation took another shocking turn. Marcus was not actually away on a business trip. His hotel reservation did not exist, and no one at his company had heard from him. Inside his home office, investigators found a lockbox filled with old newspaper clippings about the disappearances, covered in handwritten notes. The handwriting belonged to Marcus. For a terrifying moment, Amber feared that the man she had loved for nineteen years might have been hiding a terrible secret.

But the truth was different. Marcus had discovered Amber’s father’s unfinished case notes and had secretly continued the investigation. The flowers were not from Marcus or intended as a romantic gesture—they were a warning from Gareth Pruitt, a retired detective who had once been Amber’s father’s partner and whom her father had secretly suspected. Pruitt had realized Marcus was getting close to the truth and had used the roses to send a message. After a tense search, Pruitt was arrested, and the mystery surrounding the three missing women was finally solved. Marcus returned home alive, and Amber finally understood that her husband’s secrecy had come from a desperate attempt to protect her. Together, they carried forward the truth her father had left behind.

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