Stavo organizzando una sorpresa per il nostro primo anniversario quando un certo “bambino” ha scritto un messaggio a mio marito – Storia del giorno

“Why do you think that?”I listed everything: the phone, the secrecy, the distance. “Something has changed.”

“Well, I have a feeling you’re hiding something too.”

I was stunned. “I'm preparing a surprise!”

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“Yeah, well, you're not the only one who knows how to surprise people,” he muttered, visibly annoyed, and walked out of the room.

I stood there, stunned. Was he angry because I'd caught him doing something? Was I exaggerating?

Shortly after, he returned and apologized.

“Let's forget all this,” he said.

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I nodded and tried to smile, but fear gripped me. Something was wrong, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was about to discover something I didn't want to hear.

The day before our anniversary, I was carefully wrapping Adam's gift when I heard the front door open. My heart sank and I quickly hid the half-wrapped gift under the couch.

Adam was going home.

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I heard him enter the room.

“Hey, honey,” she called, dropping her bag on the bed. “How was your day?”

"WELL."

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