CarolineThe candles on the cake had burned halfway. I sat by the table, waiting patiently for Nate. He was supposed to be here. He should have taken a day off since today was our anniversary. I yawned, my eyes barely still. I couldn't stop the frequent pounds of my heart each time I looked towards the wall clock. 11:30. Once it's 12 and my husband is not back, I would cry and get sad. I did my best, I baked the best cake ever, I arranged Confettis, balloons, baked snacks. I’d been looking forward to this day, most especially, planning in my head for months during meetings in the office. My phone laid on the table. I had called a thousand times but it went to his business partner’s cheerful voice mail greeting, Serena, and not his assistant. Strange. I took a deep breath, my thumb hovered over the screen. If I called again, I'd sound so pathetic. So I set it down and folded my hands in my lap. Deep down, I was scared that if he'd answered angrily, it meant I interrupted something im
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