The day before my husband’s birthday, I discovered he might be cheating. So I threw him a surprise party — cake, candles, and a cheater-themed twist he’d never forget. I expected tears, maybe denial, but not the truth that followed.
I spent three weeks planning David’s 35th birthday party.
The kitchen had become my war room, covered in lists and sample menus.
He’d been my best friend for a decade; I just wanted us to feel like that again.
Lately, our marriage had grown cold in a way I couldn’t quite name. David came home late, kissed me on the forehead instead of the lips, and disappeared into his office for hours.
The morning before the party, I stood at the counter with my industrial mixer whirring through chocolate frosting.
David sat at the breakfast bar, hunched over his phone, his jaw tight with concentration.
“Hey,” I said, wiping my hands on my apron. “Can you look at the menu one more time?
I want to make sure we’re not missing anything people might want.”
“David.”
“Yeah, babe. Sounds good.”
I turned off the mixer. “You didn’t hear what I said.”
He glanced up, irritation flickering across his face.
“Sorry. Work thing. I just need to send this update.”
I wanted to say something.
The words lined up in my throat, ready to march out and demand attention. But I swallowed them instead and went back to my frosting.
That’s when Elaine arrived. I heard her heels clicking down the hall before I saw her, and my shoulders tensed automatically.
“Marissa, darling.” She sailed into the kitchen, her gaze scanning the balloons tied to a chair and the cake cooling on the counter.
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