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

in the afternoon sun.

There had to be at least a hundred.

I parked too sharply, grabbed my suitcase from the passenger seat, and stepped out slowly.

“What the hell?” I whispered.

The sweet smell hit me before I reached the steps, thick and overwhelming, the kind of fragrance that should have felt romantic but instead made my stomach tighten.
Bouquets were continue reading …