Day: October 6, 2025

 The church was draped in lilies, their fragrance heavy in the air, mingling with the smoke of flickering candles. Mourners sat shoulder to shoulder, heads bowed in grief, the minister’s voice steady as he spoke of forgiveness and legacy. At the front, his coffin gleamed beneath the soft glow of stained glass. My hands clutched a crumpled tissue, my heart raw with loss but also confusion—I loved my husband, but I never fully understood him. Then, as the minister prepared to give the final blessing, the projector screen flickered to…

The living room glowed with fairy lights, the scent of vanilla cake filling the air. Laughter bounced off the walls as my friends gathered around, clapping while I leaned over to blow out the candles. My husband stood behind me, his hands resting warmly on my shoulders. For a moment, I felt loved, cherished, complete. But as the cheers died down, my best friend stepped forward, her face pale, her eyes brimming with something other than joy. She didn’t toast me. She didn’t smile. Instead, she whispered words that silenced…

 The garden twinkled with fairy lights, laughter drifting through the warm night air. Friends and family gathered around us, raising glasses of champagne to celebrate ten years of marriage. My husband squeezed my hand, his eyes shining with what I thought was love. “I have a surprise for you,” he announced, pulling a small, wrapped box from his jacket. My heart leapt. He had never been good at gifts, but this—this felt different, thoughtful, even romantic. Everyone leaned in as I unwrapped it, my fingers trembling with excitement. Inside was…

The bouquet was breathtaking—dozens of red roses wrapped in white silk, their fragrance filling the room as I pulled them from the box. My heart skipped, my lips curving into a smile. Attached was a card, his familiar handwriting curling across the paper: Forever yours. I clutched it to my chest, warmth spreading through me. But then, as I set the flowers in a vase, something slipped out from beneath the wrapping. A shipping slip. Printed clearly on the label was an address. Not mine. Another woman’s. Backstory. Michael and…

 The ballroom sparkled with golden lights, the clinking of champagne glasses and the hum of laughter filling the air. Our first dance had ended, our families were smiling, and the photographer darted around capturing every joyful moment. I thought I was living inside a dream—the day I had imagined since I was a little girl. But then, as the music swelled and guests began to chant for a kiss, my new husband turned, leaned in…and pressed his lips to another woman. Not me. Backstory. David and I had been engaged…

 The church was silent except for the low murmur of the minister and the muffled sobs of grieving relatives. The casket lay at the front, surrounded by lilies, candles flickering softly in the dim light. I sat in the first pew, clutching tissues in my trembling hands, my children pressed against me. We were saying goodbye to my husband—the man I had loved for twenty years, the father of my children. Just as the minister prepared to deliver the final prayer, the heavy doors creaked open. A woman walked in,…