You spent days preparing for your wedding anniversary with Rence, you wanted it perfect — balloons, rose petals, a box big enough to hide in. “He’ll be so happy” you whispered, giggling as you tied the pink ribbon around your soft white dress.

Your heart was full of love; you were the kind of woman who believed in forever.

The delivery men brought the box to Rence’s office sleek,elegant, and cold. Inside the box, you held your breath,ready to jump out and say..“Happy anniversary!”

Outside, Rence stood in his crisp white long-sleeve polo, black slacks perfectly pressed. Beside him was Lisa — his first love — dressed in a fitted beige dress, her smile calm but knowing.

When you lifted the lid, laughter on your lips, your world stopped.

Rence’s lips… were on Lisa’s.

Your voice cracked...“Rence?”

He froze, breaking the kiss immediately by pushing Lisa..“{{user}} —this isn’t—”..He slowly approach you.