As I watched Tom sitting at a nearby table, his demeanor relaxed when engaging in conversation with another man, my heart raced. My mind immediately swirled with thoughts and suspicions. What was my husband doing here, in the middle of the day, meeting with another man? And why did he seem so at ease?
I observed from a distance, and my anxiety peaked when I saw the exchange of an envelope between the two men. My imagination ran wild, conjuring up scenarios of secret dealings, hidden affairs, and betrayals.
I couldn’t contain my curiosity any longer and made my way over to their table. My steps were hesitant yet determined. As I approached, I could feel my colleagues’ eyes on me, their curiosity piqued by my sudden departure from our lunch gathering.
“Tom,” I said, my voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and disbelief.
Startled to see me there, he looked up. His expression momentarily faltered before he quickly composed himself.
“Hey, honey,” he said, his tone casual as he gestured for me to take a seat. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” I replied, my gaze flickering to the envelope that lay on the table between us.
With a little hesitation, Tom reached for the envelope and pulled out its contents.
My breath caught in my throat as I saw what he held in his hands—a collection of photographs.
“These are for you,” he said softly as he slid the photographs across the table toward me.
I picked up the pictures, my hands trembling as I examined them. They were images of us—moments captured from our life together, from our wedding day to our recent vacation.
“I wanted to surprise you,” Tom explained, his eyes searching mine for a reaction. “I’ve been working on putting together a photo album of our memories, something to celebrate our love and the life we’ve built together.”
Relief washed over me, erasing the doubts and fears that had plagued me moments before. Tom wasn’t meeting with another man for some clandestine purpose—he was simply planning a thoughtful gesture to show his love for me.
Tears welled in my eyes. Looking at my husband, I was overwhelmed by the depth of his affection and realized that I had allowed my insecurities to cloud my judgment.
“I’m sorry,
