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

forward, her eyes dropped to the porch.

She froze.

“Mark,” she breathed. “What did you do?”

Her voice was half wonder, half confusion.

I stared at her. “What did I do?”

She took one careful step outside and looked around as if the flowers might somehow explain themselves. “You didn’t send these?”

“No,” I said, sharper than I meant to. “I just got home.”

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