I Sold Our Wedding House for a Villa

Summary

"Darling, let's sell the house," my husband said.

That day, he cooked four dishes and even opened a bottle of red wine. A bouquet of flowers, baby's breath—my favorite—sat on the table.

I looked at him, feeling a little dazed. We'd been married for five years; the last time he bought me flowers was the day he proposed.

"Sell it and get a bigger one, one with a yard," he poured me wine, smiling gently. "Haven't you always wanted to live in a villa?"

I picked up my wine glass but didn't drink.

"Okay," I said.