Yesterday was our fifth wedding anniversary, and I was so excited to celebrate with my husband. I dressed up, made dinner reservations, and waited, but he never showed up. Hours passed before I finally received a short text: “Busy, can’t make it.” My heart sank as disappointment turned into worry. Something about his message felt off and unsettled me deeply.
The next day, my curiosity and concern got the better of me, so I decided to follow him. I saw him enter a small, quiet diner and my heart pounded as I peeked through the window. I feared the worst, thinking he might be meeting someone else. But instead, he sat alone at a corner booth with papers scattered across the table. There was also a tiny box wrapped neatly in gold paper.
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