I was planning a surprise for our first anniversary when a certain “Baby” sent my husband a message – Story of the Day

A little later, he came back and apologized.

“Let’s forget all that,” he said.

I nodded, trying to smile, but inside, anxiety was rising. Something was wrong, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was about to discover something I wasn’t ready to hear.

The day before our anniversary, I was carefully wrapping Adam’s present when I heard the front door open. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly hid the half-wrapped gift under the couch.

Adam was at home.

I heard him come into the room.

“Hey, baby,” he called, dropping his bag on the bed. “How was your day?”

” GOOD. “

Adam placed his phone on the nightstand, there for everyone to see. He’d never done that. His phone always stayed with him, as if it were glued to his hand.

He grabbed his towel and went into the bathroom without another word. I stood there, my hands shaking. Something didn’t seem right. I told myself not to look, that I had to trust him.

But at that moment, the name “Baby” appeared on the screen.

I read the message:

You’ll be here tomorrow, won’t you? You promised.

“No, no, no…” I muttered under my breath.

Is this really possible? Was Adam cheating on me? Was everything I trusted just an illusion?