My Husband Started Bringing Home Flowers Every Friday – One Day I Found a Note in the Bouquet and Followed Him After Work
Dan finally turned to me. “I didn’t tell you because I thought you’d be upset… after everything that happened at the wedding. I didn’t want you to misunderstand.”
“You should’ve trusted me,” I said.
Erika looked at me then and smiled sweetly. “You’re pretty,” she said in a small, dreamy voice.
The lump in my throat nearly choked me.
I asked about the dirt on the flowers, and her mother explained that they were from her garden—her way of helping Dan with his weekly flower tradition. The note? A simple reminder for Dan’s next visit that got tucked into the bouquet by accident.
And suddenly, everything I had assumed collapsed under the weight of the truth.
I started to laugh—exhausted, embarrassed laughter at how I had tortured myself chasing the wrong story entirely.
“I thought you were having an affair,” I admitted.
Dan’s shoulders sagged. “Ada, no. I’m just trying to be there for someone who doesn’t have anyone else.”
I walked to the bed, took Erika’s hand gently, and she beamed.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I will.”
Now, Dan and I visit together sometimes. I bring cookies. Erika braids my hair, terribly but enthusiastically. Her mother tells us stories. And Dan… he looks at me with a kind of relief I didn’t know he’d been carrying.
The woman I thought would destroy my marriage ended up reminding me of the goodness in my husband.
And the man I feared was lying to me turned out to be hiding something else entirely—the kind of compassion you don’t brag about. Continue reading…
