On our anniversary night, I was happy in my best dress, waiting for my husband. Then a cake arrived with golden lettering: “It’s time to get divorced!” An hour later, I found a way to uncover the truth.
Marriage changed me. It wasn’t always perfect, but I felt loved and secure with Thomas.
That’s why I spent two weeks preparing for our first wedding anniversary.
Two weeks. Can you depict?
Every detail had to be perfect.
The table was set, the candles flickered, and I was happy in my best dress.
Suddenly, my phone rang.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Thomas’s voice sounded… casual. “I’m already halfway to the airport.”
I frowned. “What airport?”
“There’s an emergency meeting. Clients, you know how it is…”
“Thomas, today is our anniversary.”
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“And I haven’t forgotten! I’ll make it up to you, I promise, as soon as I’m back.”
That phrase stuck in my mind. Make it up…
I looked at the beautifully set table. I pictured myself sitting there, eating alone, wearing that dress I chose just for him.
“Right. Safe flight.”
“Thanks, sweetheart. Love you.”
Just as I was sinking into the warmth, the doorbell rang. A delivery man stood there, holding a large white box tied with a red ribbon.
“Anna?”
I nodded.
“Special delivery,” he said, handing it over.
“Who is it from?”
“Anonymous order. Have a great evening!”
I shut the door, walked to the table, and stared at the box.
For a split second, my heart lifted.
Did Thomas organize a surprise? I love surprises!
I carefully untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside was a cake. It was the message written across the top in elegant golden lettering.
“It’s time to get divorced!”
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A joke? A cruel mistake? Some kind of mix-up?
And then, I saw a small card tucked beneath the lid.
“Hope you take this as well as he did. XOXO.”
Mistress? But how…
And then my phone rang. It was Gloria. My mother-in-law. I hesitated before answering.
“Anna, darling! Happy anniversary!”
