I felt invisible in my own marriage. The man I loved no longer noticed me, no longer cared. Every day was the same—until the flowers arrived.
Sweet notes, beautiful bouquets, and a mystery admirer who saw me when my husband didn’t.
I needed to know who it was. But the truth changed everything.
In the early morning, when the streets were still quiet and the sun had just begun to rise, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Soft light filtered through the curtains, casting faint shadows on the walls.
Beside me, Kyle slept, his breathing steady.
I watched his face, searching for something familiar—some trace of the man I had married—but he felt like a stranger. Ever since Sam was born, we had spent less and less time together. Conversations had grown shorter, affection rarer.
We moved around each other like distant roommates.
Kyle stirred, letting out a quiet sigh. Slowly, he turned toward me, his eyes heavy with sleep.
“Why are you awake?” Kyle mumbled, his voice rough with sleep. “I don’t know,” I said, staring at the ceiling.
Kyle sighed and closed his eyes again.
I watched him, my chest tight. I couldn’t ignore the distance between us. “Let’s go on a date tonight,” I said, my voice careful.
“What about Sam?” he asked, not opening his eyes.
“I’ll ask the nanny to stay later.”
Kyle shifted, pulling the blanket higher. “I don’t feel like it,” he muttered, turning away.
Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Kyle didn’t care.
He didn’t even try.
I felt invisible, like I was just part of the routine—someone who handled the house, the baby, the details of our life, but not someone he loved. Later that morning, the nanny arrived, greeting Sam with a warm smile. I kissed my son goodbye, feeling a pang of guilt for how much I looked forward to leaving.
At work, I settled at my desk, trying to shake off the weight in my chest.
Then Dean, the most attractive man in the office, walked over. We had always gotten along.
“Emma, you look stunning today,” Dean said, flashing a grin. “Thanks,” I said, forcing a small smile.
“At least someone notices.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Your husband doesn’t?”
I let out a short breath. “I can’t remember the last time Kyle said something nice to me.”
Dean shook his head. “Then he’s a fool.
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