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!”
For illustrative purpose only
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.
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