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His Bouquet, Her Secret
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2025-08-04 01:45:52“Made something special for you and our little one—hope it reminds you of the way I’ve always spoiled you. Save a bite for me, alright? I’ll be home before you miss me. —Your Husband”
“Husband? You’re married?” Sylvia blurted out, eyes wide as she turned to Clara, clearly caught off guard.
Abigail looked up, startled by the outburst.
“Well, that explains a few things. Who’s your husband? An executive? It’s not easy to land a table at Sear and Swoon, much less afford it. No offense, but... you don’t exactly scream high-end lifestyle,” Sylvia said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Clara rolled her eyes. “He didn’t buy it, Sylvia. It says right here—he made the food for her.”
Sylvia narrowed her gaze. The thought clearly didn’t sit well with her.
“Maybe her husband’s the chef at Sear and Swoon,” another coworker te
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