I had everything prepared for our first anniversary. The perfect surprise: a romantic dinner at the same restaurant where Adam and I had our very first date. I wanted it to be unforgettable, a celebration of love that had carried us through six years of life together.
For weeks, I’d been quietly planning, hiding little details from him, wrapping up a gift with care, and imagining the look on his face when he realized I had remembered every small detail. But just as the pieces of my surprise were falling into place, Adam’s phone lit up with a message. The sender’s name made my blood run cold.
“Baby,” the screen read.
I froze, my breath caught in my throat. The message below was short but devastating: You’ll be here tomorrow, right? You promised.
My mind began to spin. Who was “Baby”? Why was she asking if he’d show up tomorrow—our anniversary? My heart pounded in my ears. Everything I thought I knew about Adam, about us, suddenly felt fragile, like glass about to shatter.
For the rest of that evening, I plastered on a smile I didn’t feel. Adam was as calm as ever, kissing my cheek, chatting about his day. Meanwhile, my insides twisted with suspicion and dread. I couldn’t sleep.
The next morning, I made a decision I never thought I’d make: I followed him.
Adam left earlier than usual, and instead of heading toward the office, he drove across town to a quiet neighborhood I didn’t recognize. I parked a few blocks away, heart hammering, and watched as he carried grocery bags to the door of a modest house. When it opened, my world tilted again.
Standing there was my sister, Lily.
I hadn’t spoken to her in years, not since her marriage and the fights that followed. She and I had grown apart so completely that seeing her now, smiling at my husband, hugging him like they shared a secret, nearly broke me. My eyes blurred with tears. I thought I’d just uncovered the ugliest betrayal of all: Adam cheating on me with my own sister.
I couldn’t confront him right then. I drove home, numb, and forced myself to keep going with my anniversary plans. That night, dressed in my best dress with makeup carefully hiding the evidence of my tears, I sat across from him at the restaurant where it all began.
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