No More Wilted Roses

Summary

I drove five hours with my daughter in the backseat, all to surprise him.

But the moment he saw me, there was no joy in his eyes. Only sheer, unadulterated panic.

I’d been cheated on.

Later, I would ask him: "In that moment, were you heartbroken that I’d driven five exhausting hours? Or were you just terrified that your new girl would see me and our daughter?"