My Husband Brought Me Flowers Every Friday — Then I Found A Note Saying “See You Next Friday”… So I Secretly Followed Him After Work

silence, every unexplained minute.

Then last Friday happened.

Leo was upstairs showering after work while I unwrapped the newest bouquet in the kitchen. White lilies this time. Fresh. Expensive.

Something slipped from between the paper folds and drifted onto the counter.

A note.

Small. Folded once.

I opened it slowly.

See you next Friday.

That was it.

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