The next morning, Brian was sweeter than usual. Too sweet, if I’m honest. While I cooked breakfast, he came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and whispered, “You know you’re amazing, right?”
“What’s all this?” I asked with a laugh. “Trying to earn brownie points?”
“Maybe.” He handed me his favorite white shirt, the one with the button that always comes loose. “Can you iron this for me? And while I’m gone, could you make lasagna? The one with extra cheese? You know how much I love it.”
“Anything else, Your Highness?” I teased.
“Actually, yes.” He winked smugly. “Could you clean and tidy up the bathrooms? You know I like the place spotless. It wouldn’t hurt to get them nice and shiny just in case… guests, you know?”
I rolled my eyes but laughed it off. My husband had his quirks, and despite his diva-like requests, I thought he was harmless. Little did I know…
That day, I threw myself into chores. The vacuum buzzed, the washing machine hummed, and the smell of baking lasagna filled the house. My cleaning playlist kept me company, and for a while, everything felt normal.
I was so deep into my work that I didn’t even notice the day passing until my phone rang.
The number was unfamiliar, and for a moment, I almost ignored it. But I decided to answer. “Hello?”
At first, there was just music, noise, and muffled laughter. I frowned, thinking it was a prank. But then I heard Brian’s voice, clear as day.
“My wife?” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “She’s probably cooking and scrubbing toilets or something. She’s so predictable! Meanwhile, I’m here with you, my love.”
I then heard a woman giggling, and my stomach dropped.
