‘It’s Time to Get Divorced!’: The Message on My Anniversary Cake Led Me to a Sh0cking Truth (Page 4 ) | April 21, 2025

Annonce:

My mother-in-law. She lifted her glass in a mock toast and bothered.

“Oh,” she said lazily. “You weren’t supposed to burst in. That’s not very… you, honey.”

“What?”

“You’re always so… uncertain. I wasn’t expecting this side of you.” Her eyes roamed over my heaving chest, my wild hair, the remains of cake still smeared on my fingers. “Almost impressive for a gray little mouse like you.”

I ignored the insult.

“Where’s Thomas?”

“Oh, he’s at another hotel. Who leaves his wife alone on their anniversary? I saw an opportunity and took it.”

“Opportunity for what?”

“To get rid of you, sweetheart.”

“The cake…” I breathed.

She laughed, taking another slow sip.
“Oh, I baked it myself! Did you like it?”

“But why?”

“Oh, darling, you were never the right fit for my boy. But Alicia…” she gestured lazily toward the still-flailing mess in the other room, “now, she is perfect. A successful model. Beautiful. Well-connected. You two have met now… how delightful!”

“You’re insane. Thomas loves me. You will never separate us.”

“Oh, now it’s just a bit trickier,” Gloria mused. “But don’t worry. I play the long game.”

“Thomas is going to find out, and you’ll regret ruining my day.”

“And how exactly do you plan to do that, dear?”

I pulled my phone from my pocket and held it up between us. Gloria froze.

For illustrative purpose only
“Oh,” I mused, tapping the screen. “Didn’t I mention? I called Thomas the moment I entered this room. And when I realized the suit on the bed wasn’t his? I left the line open.”

“Mom, I can’t believe you! How could you?! We’ll talk later…” his voice was sharp with rage. “Anna, I’ll be there in ten minutes. Wait in the lobby.

And with that, I felt like I had won the Oscars.
I stood in the hotel lobby, beginning my reflection in the glass doors.

Dinner was quieter than usual. By the time dessert arrived, I finally felt like I could breathe again. Then, Thomas reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Slowly, I set my fork down.

“Is this… from your mother?”

“No. This is actually from me.”

Inside was a stunning ring.

“My gift for you is back home.”
Thomas leaned in, smirking. “Is it another cake?”

“No. But if you ever go on a business trip on our anniversary again… Then yes. But it won’t have frosting.”