My Husband Started Bringing Home Flowers Every Friday – One Day I Found a Note in the Bouquet and Followed Him After Work

But then I noticed things. Small, odd, unsettling things.

“Where’d you get these?” I asked Dan one night, turning a lily stem that looked like it had been torn off the bush, not cut.

There was dirt on it.

He didn’t even glance up from his plate. “That little shop near work.”

Except the week before, he’d said he got them at the gas station on Main.

And the week before that? “Some florist in Hillside,” he’d said, waving it off like it didn’t matter.

The cracks were small, but once you start noticing them, it’s hard to stop.

And then, you can’t help but wonder what else you’ve missed.

I wanted to believe it was nothing. I really did.

But last Friday, while he was in the shower, I picked up the bouquet to toss the wilting petals before dinner… and something slipped out from the wrapping.

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