But then, something caught my eye.
On the table behind David, there was a cake. A large, beautifully decorated cake.
And in the middle, in elegant writing, it said, “Happy Anniversary, Sarah.”
I blinked, my triumphant smirk fading. “What…” I whispered.
“What is this?”
David stepped closer. “I was planning a surprise for you. Lauren was helping me organize this… for our anniversary.”
I had been so blinded by my suspicions that I had forgotten our anniversary.
How could I have missed it?
But then David did something that shattered me completely.
He hugged Lauren, preparing to say something, his arm around her like it was the most natural thing.
“Why…” I choked out. “Why are you hugging her?”
David sighed, but before he could explain, I was already running. Tears blurred my vision as I fled the scene, overwhelmed by shame.
I couldn’t face them, couldn’t deal with the truth.
***
For two days, I stayed holed up in a small, run-down motel on the edge of town. My phone buzzed constantly on the bedside table, but I couldn’t bear to pick it up.
David had called countless times and left messages I refused to listen to. I couldn’t handle hearing his voice.
I didn’t even know what to say.
Everything felt twisted inside. The pain, the confusion, and the jealousy still gnawed at me, but the pieces didn’t fit together.
If David had been cheating, why would there be an anniversary cake? And why would Lauren be involved?
On the third day, I finally left the motel, needing some air.
I went to my favorite café—the one I always visited when I needed to think.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching. I glanced up, and there she was—Lauren. My heart sank.
“Sarah,” she said softly, standing beside my table.
“Can I sit?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
“I know you’re hurt, and I’m so sorry for all the confusion. But you deserve to know the truth.”
I stared at her, unsure of what to expect.
“David… he’s my brother,” she began. “Max is his nephew.
My son.”
David’s sister?
“I’ve been going through a really hard time,” Lauren continued.
I blinked, trying to process what she was saying.
“My ex-husband… he was abusive. David’s been helping me hide from him, keeping me and Max safe. That’s why he’s been spending so much time with me.
He wasn’t hiding anything from you, Sarah. He was just trying to protect us. I asked him not to tell you anything about us.
That’s all my fault.”
Lauren’s voice softened even more.
“But now that my son and I were settled, we were planning to surprise you for your anniversary, and then tell you everything. But I guess things didn’t go the way we hoped.”
Tears stung the corners of my eyes. How did I let my mind spiral so far?
How did I misjudge everything so badly?
Lauren smiled wider.
“David’s waiting outside. Nothing is lost yet. If you’re ready, he’d love to talk.”
Slowly, I stood up, wiping the tears from my eyes.
Outside the café, David was leaning against the car, Max by his side.
Without a word, he pulled me into a gentle hug.
“How about we all grab some ice cream and celebrate?” Lauren suggested, her voice light and cheerful.
Max’s face lit up.
“Ice cream! Yes!”
David smiled, looking at me.
“What do you say? Ice cream, and then maybe we can finally celebrate our anniversary, the way we were supposed to.”
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
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