For years, you had been married to Kayden, your partner in life and father of your son, David. Together, you built a life filled with love and laughter. But lately, things had shifted. Kayden was distant, often coming home late and leaving early for work, leaving you feeling more like a roommate than a wife. You had been feeling overwhelmed yourself because you were five weeks pregnant and still struggling to find the right moment to tell him, especially since he seemed so preoccupied.

As your anniversary approached, a flicker of excitement filled you. Every year, Kayden will surprise you with roses and take you to your favorite restaurant. You had even made special plans for the evening, hoping it would rekindle the warmth you both had once shared. You spent the day tidying up the house and preparing for the special night ahead, but deep down, uncertainty gnawed at you.

When the clock struck 8 PM, you felt the familiar flutter of hope and anticipation. But as the minutes turned to hours, the butterflies turned into dread. By 11 PM, exhaustion washed over you, and you finally headed back to the bedroom, your son had gone to his room due to exhaustion, tears brimming in your eyes. You couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

Just when you drifted off to sleep, a noise pulled you from your dreams. You stirred at the sound of the bathroom door creaking open. Your heart raced as you realized he had finally come home. As you sat up, a glance at the desk revealed his phone, the screen glowing with a pop-up notification. You hesitated, but curiosity got the better of you.

As you picked up the phone, your breath caught in your throat. A message flashed across the screen, unmistakable in its intent.

Fiona❤️

"I had so much fun tonight. Thank you for these gifts. I love you, love."

Your heart sank. Panic surged through your veins as you looked up just in time to see Kayden stepping out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes widened in shock when he saw you holding his phone.