I returned home from a work trip to find 100 roses delivered to my wife – then I noticed the note hidden inside one of the bouquets

I looked down and continued.

“We love you so much.”

My voice cracked as Jane blinked rapidly.
By the time I reached the final sentence, tears were already gathering in her eyes.

“We are so sorry.”

The porch fell silent.

I looked up, and Jane wasn’t staring at the flowers anymore.
She was staring at the note.

“No,” she whispered.

Then she shook her head.

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