My Husband Started Bringing Home Flowers Every Friday – One Day I Found a Note in the Bouquet and Followed Him After Work
After 16 years of marriage, I thought my husband Dan’s weekly flowers were a sweet gesture to rekindle romance. But a note in one bouquet, saying “See you next Friday,” sparked suspicion. Small inconsistencies—like different stories about where he got the flowers—fueled my paranoia. Convinced he was cheating, I followed him one Friday. He drove to a familiar neighborhood, Erika’s street, a woman from his past who’d caused drama at our wedding. My heart sank as he entered her house.
An older woman, Erika’s mother, answered when I confronted her. She led me inside to a shocking truth: Erika, severely injured from a car accident, had the mind of a child and only remembered Dan, her childhood friend. He visited weekly, reading to her, bringing flowers from her mother’s garden for me. The note was a mix-up, meant for Dan’s visits.
I’d spent a week imagining betrayal, but Dan was just helping a friend in need. Now, I sometimes join him, bringing cookies Erika loves. I almost ruined our marriage over a misunderstanding, only to discover Dan’s quiet compassion. Have you ever been completely wrong about something you were certain of?
