A little later, he came back and apologized.
“Let’s forget all that,” he said.
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For illustration purposes only | Source: AmoMama
I nodded, trying to smile, but inside, anxiety was rising. Something was wrong, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was about to discover something I wasn’t ready to hear.
The day before our anniversary, I was carefully wrapping Adam’s present when I heard the front door open. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly hid the half-wrapped gift under the couch.
Adam was at home.
I heard him come into the room.
“Hey, baby,” he called, dropping his bag on the bed. “How was your day?”
” GOOD. “
Adam placed his phone on the nightstand, there for everyone to see. He’d never done that. His phone always stayed with him, as if it were glued to his hand.
For illustration purposes only | Source: AmoMama
For illustration purposes only | Source: AmoMama
He grabbed his towel and went into the bathroom without another word. I stood there, my hands shaking. Something didn’t seem right. I told myself not to look, that I had to trust him.
But at that moment, the name “Baby” appeared on the screen.
I read the message:
You’ll be here tomorrow, won’t you? You promised.
“No, no, no…” I muttered under my breath.
Is this really possible? Was Adam cheating on me? Was everything I trusted just an illusion?
I quickly put the phone back on the nightstand, trying to steady my breathing. I didn’t know what to do.
I took the gift and quickly finished wrapping it, pushing thoughts of ‘Baby’ out of my mind, at least for the moment.
When Adam came out of the bathroom, he didn’t seem to notice my agitation. He kissed me on the cheek, but I barely responded.
“I’m feeling a little tired tonight,” I mumbled. “I think I’ll stop early.”
Adam raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay? You look a little out of it.”
“I’m just… I don’t know. Maybe I just need some space to think.”
“Okay. I’ll be here if you need me.”
The next morning was our first wedding anniversary. Adam left early without saying a word. I decided to follow him to see what he was really up to.
So I immediately grabbed my keys and followed him out of the house. He didn’t head to the office like usual.
Instead, he took a different route and stopped in front of a house I didn’t recognize. He got out of the car, looking around quickly as if to make sure no one was watching him.
I parked a few streets away, my eyes never leaving his. He opened the trunk of his car and took out two bags of groceries.
That’s when it happened. The door opened, and someone I didn’t expect to see came out. A woman I recognized all too well. She smiled at him, and Adam smiled back.
They hugged. It wasn’t a quick embrace. It was long, warm, the kind of hug that made them feel like they’d missed each other.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I sank back into my seat. I couldn’t breathe. My husband, the man I thought I knew, was standing there with her.
I sat in the car for what seemed like hours, trying to take it all in.
Why? Why her? And why on our anniversary?
I thought, ” At least now I know. ” It was painful, more painful than anything I could have imagined, but I was relieved to know the truth.
I wiped away my tears, took a deep breath, and turned back. I had learned the truth, and now I had a decision to make.
That evening, I was already dressed, ready for our anniversary dinner. I wanted everything to be perfect, so I put on my favorite dress, curled my hair, and carefully applied my makeup, hoping to look my most beautiful.
I wanted to feel beautiful, to be confident, but all I could think about was the cold knot in my stomach.
Adam walked in just as I was finishing my makeup. He smiled when he saw me, his eyes lit up.
“Wow, you look great.”
” THANKS. “
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise,” I said.
We called a taxi, and as we drove to the restaurant, I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was wrong.
When we arrived at the restaurant, Adam started laughing. “I knew it! I knew you’d bring me here. In fact, I made a reservation here too… although mine is an hour later than yours.”
“Really? I guess we’re both full of surprises.”
We sat down at our table, and Adam leaned over to whisper something to the waiter. A few moments later, the waiter returned with a large bouquet of flowers.
“Happy birthday,” Adam said, beaming, as he handed me the flowers.
I smiled weakly, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow.
” THANKS. “
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