My Husband and His Mom Kicked Me Out of a Restaurant During Our Anniversary Dinner – Then I Heard a Voice Behind Me, ‘Elizabeth? Is That You?’

That’s when I met Peter.

He stood near the window, tall and lean, wearing a navy button-down that brought out the blue in his eyes. He wasn’t loud or flashy, but there was something in the way he looked at people, as if he were genuinely interested. When he laughed at my sarcastic remark about quinoa being a conspiracy, it wasn’t just out of politeness.

He really laughed.

Later that night, he handed me a glass of wine and said, “I like that you’re honest. Most people pretend to like quinoa.”

I smiled. “I pretend to like a lot of things.

Makes life easier.”

He shook his head. “I think hard truths are better than soft lies.”

And that’s how it started.

For months, he was gentle, attentive, and quietly charming. He brought me flowers on random Tuesdays, just because he said he walked past a stall and thought of me.

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