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My husband went on a business trip, and I decided to repot the flowers. What I found in the pot made me freeze… 😲😲😲
I watched the taxi taking Lucas away until it turned the corner. Off he went again — another business trip, another week of silence, caring for our son, and emptiness at home. Yes, he had promised to call every day, as usual… But I knew how it usually went: the calls, if they came at all, would be short and between meetings. My heart felt heavy.
Back in the apartment, I felt the weight of the silence. My eyes landed on the flowers on the windowsill. I had been meaning to repot them for a while but never found the time. And now — why not? At least it would take my mind off these gloomy thoughts.
I took a new ceramic pot and began carefully removing the plant — an exotic flower gifted to me by my friend Isabelle a few months ago.
I remember how she smiled oddly at the time and said, “It’ll bring you something special.” I laughed and didn’t think twice about it.
My fingers were digging through the loose soil when I suddenly felt something hard. A bag? At first, I thought it was just some trash left in by mistake. But when I pulled it out, my blood ran cold.
A small bundle, neatly wrapped in plastic. With trembling hands, I removed the wrapping… and in that instant, my heart sank. What I saw inside made my hair stand on end… 😲😲😲
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Eventually, I dared to unwrap it completely. And then… I saw something that turned my world upside down. Hidden between the layers was a photo — old, slightly faded.
In it — Lucas and Isabelle. Standing way too close. Laughing. He had his arm around her waist. Not how you hold just a friend.
It hit me like a punch. My heart pounded in my ears. I didn’t cry — I just sat there, staring at the photo until my fingers started going numb.
All this time, she had come into my home, drank tea in my kitchen, gave me flowers. And I… trusted her like a sister. 😔
I packed a suitcase, took my son, and went to my sister’s. I needed time. Time to understand what was true and what was just a game.
Two days later, Lucas came back. Pale, confused, but not arrogant. He sat across from me and said:
— Yes, something happened… with Isabelle. But before our wedding. It was brief. We both realized it wasn’t right. But clearly, she… couldn’t let it go. And tried to ruin us.
I looked into his eyes. There was no lie. Only confusion and regret.
We talked for a long time. About us. About trust. About the past and the future. In the end, I hugged him. Quietly, tightly, genuinely. Because family isn’t about perfect people. It’s about choosing — every day.
And you? What would you have done in my place? Forgive? Or leave? 🤔
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