I Received 100 Yellow Roses While My Husband Was Away on a Business Trip—The Number of Flowers Terrified Me Enough to Call the Police

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I never wanted to see another yellow rose again.

Weeks later, Daniel and I sat together on the porch, quiet beneath the evening sky.

“The flowers were not meant for me,” I said.

Daniel laced his fingers through mine. “No.”

“They were meant for you.”

He nodded, his eyes filled with regret.

For the first time, I understood the truth. The bouquet had continue reading …