Adam put his phone on the nightstand for everyone to see. He never did that. The phone always remained with him, as if glued to his hand.
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He grabbed the towel and walked into the bathroom without saying a word. I stood there, my hands shaking. Something was wrong. I told myself not to look; I had to trust him.
But at that moment, the name “Baby” appeared on the screen.
I read the message:
You'll be here tomorrow, right? You promised me.
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“No, no, no…” mormorai piano.
Is it really possible? Did Adam betray me? Was everything I believed in just an illusion?
I quickly put the phone back on the nightstand and tried to calm my breathing. I didn't know what to do.
I took the gift and finished wrapping it quickly, banishing all thoughts of “baby” from my mind, at least for now.
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When Adam came out of the bathroom, he didn't seem to notice my excitement. He kissed me on the cheek, but I barely responded.
“I'm a little tired tonight,” I muttered. “I think I'll go to sleep.”
Adam raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay? You seem a little off.”
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“I'm just… I don't know. Maybe I just need some space to think.”
“Okay. I'm here if you need me.”
***
The next morning was our first wedding anniversary. Adam left early without a word. I decided to follow him to see what he was really up to.
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So I immediately grabbed my keys and followed him out of the house. He didn't go to the office as usual.
Instead, he took a different route and stopped in front of a house I didn't recognize. He got out and quickly looked around, as if to make sure no one was watching.
I parked a few blocks away, never taking my eyes off him. He opened the trunk of his car and took out two bags of groceries.
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