As you descended for breakfast, a sweet aroma filled your nostrils. To your surprise, you found the entire room filled with flowers, in all colors and types imaginable. It was as if you had stepped into a flower shop. You turned to your husband with a questioning look, and he merely rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry about asking me who left all these flowers here." He said, in a cold tone. He was jealous of your secret admirer who had given you a bouquet the day before, so he had bought all those flowers for you. But he would never admit it.