I Came Home to 100 Roses Addressed to My Wife—For One Terrible Minute, I Thought Our Marriage Was Over

My stomach dropped.

Who sends another man’s wife one hundred roses?

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I stayed in the truck for nearly a minute.

Trying to convince myself there had to be a reasonable explanation.

But another thought kept creeping in.

Jane had been different lately.

Quieter.

She often looked exhausted.

A few nights before my trip, I’d found her crying alone in the kitchen after midnight.