I had everything planned for our first anniversary. The perfect surprise, a romantic dinner at the restaurant where we first met. But then, just as I was preparing, my husband’s phone lit up with a message from “Baby.” What was he hiding from me?
I often thought about how lucky I was to be married. It had only been a year, but we’d been together for five, and I had always feared that marriage would change us. But instead, it brought us closer.
We cared more, loved more, and it felt perfect. For the first time, I had a real family. My dad had left when I was young, and my mom was more focused on her life than mine.
My sister and I grew apart after her wedding, and we haven’t spoken since. I had never known what it felt like to truly belong, but with Adam, I finally did.
At the time, our first wedding anniversary was approaching, and I was planning a surprise.
A romantic dinner at the same restaurant where we had our first date six years ago. I wanted to make it special, to celebrate how far we’d come together.
However, as the days passed, my husband’s behavior began to change. Adam became distant, started leaving the room to take calls, and his phone was always by his side, never within my reach.
At first, I tried to brush it off, but the secrecy felt like a growing weight. Our relationship had always been open. Why was he acting like that?
One evening, after another strange phone call, I couldn’t take it anymore.
When Adam returned, I asked, “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you cheating on me?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.
“Why would you think that?”
I enumerated everything — the phone, the secrecy, the distance. “Something’s changed.”
“Well, I feel you’re hiding something too.”
I was stunned. “I’m planning a surprise!”
“Yeah, well, you’re not the only one who knows how to do surprises,” he muttered, clearly annoyed, and walked out of the room.
I stood there, stunned. Was he angry because I’d caught him on something? Was I overreacting?
A little later, he came back and apologized.
“Let’s forget about this,” he said.
I nodded, trying to smile, but inside, the anxiety was building. Something wasn’t right, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was about to find out something I wasn’t ready to hear.
The day before our anniversary, I was carefully wrapping Adam’s gift when I heard the front door open. My heart skipped a beat as I quickly hid the half-wrapped present under the couch.
Adam was home.
I heard him walking into the bedroom.
“Hey, babe,” he called out, dropping his bag onto the bed. “How’s your day been?”
“Good.”
Adam set his phone down on the nightstand, right there in plain sight. He’d never done that. His phone always stayed with him, like it was glued to his hand.
He grabbed his towel and went into the bathroom without another word. I stood there, my hands trembling. Something didn’t feel right. I told myself not to look, that I should trust him.
But then, the name “Baby” appeared on the screen.
I read the message:
You’ll be here tomorrow, right? You promised.
“No, no, no…” I whispered under my breath.
Could this really be happening? Was Adam cheating on me? Was everything I had trusted just an illusion?
I quickly shoved the phone back onto the nightstand, trying to steady my breathing. I didn’t know what to do.
I grabbed the gift and quickly finished wrapping it, pushing the thoughts of “Baby” out of my mind, at least for the time being.
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 kinda tired tonight,” I muttered. “Think I’m gonna call it early.”
Adam raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay? You seem a little off.”
“I’m just… I don’t know. Maybe I just need some space to think.”
“Alright. Well, I’ll be here if you need me.”
The following morning was our first wedding anniversary. Adam left early without saying a word. I decided to trail my husband to see what he was really up to.
So, I grabbed my keys immediately and followed him out of the house. He didn’t head toward 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 making sure no one was watching.
I parked a few blocks away, my eyes never leaving him. He went to the trunk of his car and pulled out a couple of grocery bags.
And then it happened. The door opened, and out walked someone I never expected to see. A woman, one I recognized too well. She smiled at him, and Adam smiled back.
They hugged. It wasn’t just a quick hug. It was long, warm, the kind of hug that felt like they’d missed each other.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I sank back in my seat. I couldn’t breathe. My husband, the man I thought I knew, was standing there with her.
I sat there in the car for what felt like hours, trying to process everything.
Why? Why her? And why on our anniversary, of all days?
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 the tears, took a deep breath, and turned the car around. 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 wore my favorite dress, curled my hair, and carefully applied makeup, hoping to look my best.
I wanted to feel beautiful, to feel confident, but all I could think about was the cold knot in my stomach.
Adam walked in just as I finished my makeup. He smiled when he saw me, his eyes lighting up.
“Wow, you look amazing.”
“Thanks.”
“Where are we headed?”
“It’s a surprise,” I said.
We called a cab, and as we rode to the restaurant, I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was wrong.
When we arrived at the restaurant, Adam laughed. “I knew it! I knew you’d bring me here. I actually made a reservation here too… though, mine’s for an hour later than yours.”
“Really? I guess we’re both full of surprises.”
We sat down at our table, and Adam leaned in to whisper something to the waiter. A few moments later, the waiter returned with a large bouquet of flowers.
“Happy anniversary,” Adam said, smiling brightly as he handed me the flowers.
I smiled weakly, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.
“Thank you.”
When I handed Adam my gift, he opened it with a smile.
“Wow, this is perfect. Thank you, Nat.”
But before I could say anything, the waiter came back with a cake, placing it in front of Adam. I looked at the cake and saw the words written in icing: “Cheater”.
“What’s this?” Adam asked.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I know what’s going on. I know you’re cheating on me.”
“What? No, that’s not true,” he said quickly. “This is crazy, Nat.”
“I saw the message. The one from ‘Baby’. I followed you yesterday. I saw you with her. I saw everything.”
“This isn’t what you think it is. You’re jumping to conclusions.”
But I couldn’t let him explain. I couldn’t listen to more lies.
“Of all the women you could have cheated with… You picked MY SISTER!”
The entire restaurant fell silent. All eyes were on us.
Adam sighed. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Where?”
“To show you the truth.”
He called for a cab, and in a few minutes, we were on our way to the same house I’d seen him at earlier.
As we arrived, I felt my heart racing again. We got out of the car, and before I could ask anything, the door opened. It was Lily, my sister. She looked shocked to see us standing there.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
Adam looked at me before turning to her. “I’ve tried to keep this a secret, but I’m not going to lie anymore, not when it’s affecting my marriage.”
I stepped forward. “What’s going on, Lily? You’ve been living in a different state for years, and now you’re here, sleeping with my husband.”
Lily hesitated. “That’s not true. I… I moved here. I didn’t think I had a choice. Nat, you don’t understand…”
“Yes, you’re right, I really don’t understand what’s going on here.”
“I thought you’d never forgive me.”
“Forgive you for what? For sleeping with my husband?”
“No! I’d never hurt you.”
Adam stepped in. “Her husband… he’s been abusive. She needed to get away.”
“Abusive?” I repeated. “I warned you, Lily. I told you he wasn’t good for you. I begged you to leave him. But instead, you decided to leave me.”
“That’s why I didn’t tell you,” she screamed. “Because I knew how you’d react! I didn’t want to make you ashamed of me!”
I stood there in silence, trying to process everything. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little boy walking toward us. He was about four years old.
I turned to Adam, confused. “Who’s this?”
“This is the ‘Baby’ you saw in the message,” Adam said. “He’s Lily’s son.”
“You have a child?” I asked, looking at my sister.
Lily nodded. “Yes. I didn’t know how to explain everything. But… I didn’t know where else to go.”
“You should have told me, Lily. We’re sisters. Why didn’t you trust me?”
“I was scared you’d judge me.”
“I’ll help you, Lily,” I said, looking at her and Adam both. “But you both need to promise me, no more secrets. No more hiding things from me. We’re family, and I can’t take any more lies.”
“I promise. No more secrets.”
Adam squeezed my hand. “We’re in this together now. All of us.”
I nodded.
“Let’s go,” Adam said softly, his hand still holding mine. “We still have our anniversary to celebrate, don’t we?”
I didn’t answer right away. I looked at Adam, and in his eyes, I saw something I hadn’t seen in a long time — sincerity.
Maybe everything hadn’t been perfect, but I was willing to believe it wasn’t too late. At least, I hoped not.
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