It began with something so ordinary Denton’s old jacket. I was cleaning out our closet when I slipped my hand into a pocket and found a crumpled note. The handwriting wasn’t his, and the words hit like a punch to the gut:
“This is between us.
No one else can know.” Beneath it, a phone number. My stomach flipped. Was this the beginning of the end?
I stared at that line, my heart pounding with dread. Every instinct screamed to ignore it but I had to know. I dialed the number, bracing for a truth I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear.
A quiet voice answered and gave me only an address by the sea before hanging up. No names, no explanations. Just coordinates for what felt like heartbreak.
I drove the coastline the next morning, the wind roaring louder than the thoughts in my head. My hands trembled on the wheel. Was Denton having an affair?
Living a life I didn’t know? The mansion at the end of the road didn’t calm me it confirmed my fears. It was too perfect, too private.
I climbed the stone steps like they were made of glass, convinced my world was about to break. But what waited on the other side wasn’t betrayal it was confetti. Laughter.
Familiar faces shouting “Surprise!” in unison. I stood frozen in disbelief. And there he was Denton holding roses and beaming through tears.
“Happy 10th anniversary,” he whispered, pulling me close. That note, that mystery, the phone call it was all part of his surprise. He’d brought me back to the mansion where we first fell in love, where we once promised each other forever.
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