I Came Home from a Work Trip to Find 100 Roses Delivered to My Wife—Then I Read the Note and Realized Everything I Believed Was a Lie

swing. I bent down before Jane could say anything, pulled it free, and turned it over in my hand. There was no name on the outside, only a crooked little heart drawn in blue marker.

“Mark,” Jane whispered.

I opened the envelope. Inside was a folded note written in uneven handwriting.

The first sentence made my throat close. The second made Jane cover continue reading …