When Aveline and Soren went to a restaurant to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary, Aveline noticed her husband was distracted by a young, striking waitress. Unable to endure Soren’s wandering gaze any longer, she excused herself to the restroom, only to return and see the waitress slip him a note. What did it say?
You’d think 28 years together, 25 of them married, would mean someone truly cared, wouldn’t it? That they wouldn’t take you for granted or look right through you? Apparently, my husband, Soren, had other thoughts.
We were celebrating our 25th anniversary, and I was floating, as if love had struck me anew. But Soren? His eyes were elsewhere all night.
Here’s what happened. The restaurant carried its familiar scent: rich garlic butter filling the air, sizzling steaks, and a faint sweetness I could never quite place. It was the same place Soren and I had our first date 25 years ago.
Nostalgia should’ve warmed the evening, right? Instead, a knot tightened in my stomach. “Happy anniversary, darling,” Soren said, smiling across the table.
His voice was kind, but his eyes seemed distant. He’d been distracted all evening, glancing past me more times than I could count. I followed his gaze, and there she was.
Our waitress. She was undeniably beautiful—tall, with chestnut hair flowing like she stepped out of a painting. She glided between tables, her smile warm for every guest, but Soren seemed captivated by her.
She couldn’t have been 30. Soren, in his late fifties, didn’t seem to care. I reached for my wine, trying to ease the ache in my chest.
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