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

I used to think my husband’s weekly flowers were his way of rekindling romance after 16 years of marriage. I had no idea those bouquets would lead me into the most confusing week of my life, ending with a truth I never saw coming.

Marriage doesn’t fall apart in a single moment; it stretches, thins, shifts. The kisses get quicker. Conversations become schedules. You stop reaching for each other’s hands without even noticing. Life crowds out the softness.

So when Dan came home one random Friday with pink tulips, it caught me completely off guard.