“Welcome home, Ma'am.” The maid at the door greeted me as I walked into the house.
I handed her the bag of groceries in my arm and she went to keep it while I headed upstairs.
“Ma'am?”
I turned. It was our butler.
“Yes?”
“Your husband said to tell you that he'll be home late. He's meeting an important client.”
“Thank you.” I nodded, putting the key into the lock and opening the door to our bedroom.
I shut the door and took off the scarf around my neck. There's a flower — a rose bouquet on the bed and a note to it.
Picking it up, I read the words silently.
—To the woman whose smiles I'll never get tired of seeing. I love you, Elena. Happy anniversary. TRENT. —
Oh. It was our anniversary. Our 5th. It's insane how few years back, I used to be the most thrilled about our anniv
