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

had to be at least a hundred.

I parked too sharply, grabbed my suitcase from the passenger seat, and stepped out slowly.

“What the hell?” I whispered.

The sweet smell hit me before I reached the steps, thick and overwhelming, the kind of fragrance that should have felt romantic but instead made my stomach tighten. Bouquets were stacked against the railing,continue reading …