"I regret to inform you, madam, but all of these items are counterfeit."
I stood there, completely astonished.
Without hesitation, I produced all the gold, silver, jewelry, and accessories that Sean had presented to me throughout our years of marriage. I observed as they scrutinized each item thoroughly. As they concluded their evaluation, an uncomfortable silence fell over the staff.
"I'm afraid these are also fake, madam."
I couldn't suppress a bitter smile, a glimmer of self-derision in my gaze. 'Is this your definition of love, Sean? So worthless.'
Later that day, Sean informed me, "Michelle, I'm departing on a business trip for several months to negotiate an important deal. You should stay home and relax."
"I'll spend time with you upon my return. Take care," he added with a grin.
I spent the entire day in the living room, anticipating Sean's explanation.
Instead, I received this message: [If that's how it is, allow me to surprise you as well.]