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

A folded note.

Handwritten. Not addressed to me.

Just four words in messy, almost childlike handwriting: “See you next Friday.”

I stared at it for what felt like forever. My ears rang.

My fingers were cold. And my heart? God, it was racing.

And the thing is, when you love someone for this long, your brain tries to make excuses.

It scrambles to protect your heart. Maybe it’s a joke. A mistake, meant for someone else.

But your gut?

Your gut already knows.

“Who is she?” I whispered, as if saying it out loud might make it real. “Is he… cheating on me?”

I didn’t sleep that night.

Dan lay beside me, snoring softly, completely unaware that the woman he’d promised forever to was staring up at the ceiling, replaying 16 years of marriage in her head like an old movie reel.

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