Nancy’s seemingly stable life unravels when she finds a hidden letter in her husband David’s laundry. The letter, written by David, invites a mysterious woman to celebrate their “seven-year anniversary.”
Laundry was my chore. David helped with the kitchen and kids, but avoided laundry. One day, I found a folded letter in David’s shirt. “Happy anniversary, babe! These 7 years have been the best. Meet me at Obélix, 8 p.m. Be in red.” My husband’s handwriting was unmistakable.
A cold shiver ran down my spine. David and I had been married for eighteen years. Our anniversary wasn’t for another six months. I was determined to uncover the truth.
On Wednesday, I dressed boldly in red and went to Obélix. I spotted the woman in red, taking selfies. When David arrived, he greeted her warmly, oblivious to my presence.
I approached them, introducing myself to the shocked woman. David stammered, trying to explain. “I’ll begin the divorce process,” I told him, heartbroken. “You explain this to the girls.”
