Allison and I have been married for 25 years. She’s my rock, my best friend, and the love of my life. But lately, things had been tense. Between my demanding new job and the daily grind, I hadn’t been the most attentive husband. She’d started saying things like, “You don’t spend time with me anymore,” or “Do you even love me?” Every time, I’d sigh, too tired to give her the reassurance she needed, which only made the situation worse.

Yesterday, I attended my brother’s bachelor party. It was a late night, filled with drinks and laughter, but as I stumbled into bed in the early hours of the morning, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Allison was reaching her breaking point. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she handed me divorce papers.

Instead, I woke up to find something that left me completely baffled. On the bedside table were a single rose, a glass of water, two Advil tablets, and a note in Allison’s neat handwriting:

> “Hi honey, the pills are for your headache. When you’re ready, come down to the kitchen and I’ll fix your favorite breakfast. Love you!”

I sat there staring at the note, my head pounding from the hangover but my heart pounding for a different reason. Why was she being so kind? After weeks of tension, this felt… off.