My husband sent another woman a huge bouquet of white roses and pink peonies with a card signed “Love, Daniel,” and by one careless mistake, those flowers arrived at our house instead.

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Daniel stood and demanded, “Can we not do this like an interrogation?” Anger finally broke through my composure. “You sent another woman flowers and signed them love, Daniel.” He said, “I know.” I reminded him, “You told me you were going to a work conference this weekend.” He answered, “I am.” I asked, “And Laura will be there?” After a telling hesitation came “Yes.” I continued, “Are you staying at the same hotel?” He dismissed it: “It’s a conference. Everyone’s staying at the same hotel.” I murmured, “How convenient.”