When my husband asked why I didn’t thank him for the flowers he sent, I was confused — I hadn’t received anything. At first, I thought it was a delivery mistake. But then it happened again, and my heart felt uneasy. He showed me the order receipt, and I knew he wasn’t joking. So we placed another order, determined to understand the truth.
This time, I waited by the door, watching through the peephole. When the courier arrived with the bouquet, excitement mixed with curiosity. But suddenly, my neighbor’s door opened instead of mine. She smiled brightly and accepted the flowers. My breath caught — was she taking all of them?
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