I married my high school sweetheart – but on our first anniversary, I overheard a phone call that left me gasping.

away as a coworker.

“You’re not the jealous type, are you, baby?” my long-term boyfriend asked, smiling.

I wasn’t. I made sure of that.

Then, last spring, on a random Tuesday, Aaron got down on one knee in our kitchen.

There were no candles or big speeches. Just him, looking up at me with wet eyes.

“I’m sorry it took so long,” he whispered. “Marry me.”

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