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Wrongfully Loved

Updated on April 22, 2015

It was Valentine’s Day and my wife knew it. The only thing I knew was that if I didn’t get her a present in time, I would be sleeping with the dogs for the next two weeks. At the flower shop I asked for the most expensive bunch of roses he had.

“Can you please deliver it to Sparrow Computers? It’s for my wife.”

Back at my office, feeling satisfied that my wife will be happy, I realised that I didn’t write my wife’s name on the card. Only that I loved her bunches and couldn’t wait for seeing her tonight. It didn’t really matter because there wasn’t a lot of married woman at her workplace. She would know it was for her.

I went home that evening, full of anticipation for what would be on the menu tonight. As I walked into the house, expecting the sweet smell of my wife’s perfume and candlelight, I was met with a very angry stare.

“My one and only precious angel!” I exclaimed when I saw her.

“Don’t you angel me! How could you! And on Valentine’s Day! What kind of a man does that?” she spat out the words.

“Wait now love, what’s the matter?”

“What’s the matter? What’s the matter? I’ll tell you what’s the matter!”

She threw the card I had written for her at my face. I caught it and stared at it.

“This idiot of a man came to the office today and started handing out flowers. Everybody got flowers except for me! But that not the worst part. Maggie got such an expensive bunch of flower with your name on it! Your name!”

I stood there in shock. I didn’t know what to say. Just as I wanted to start explaining, the phone rang. My wife stomped off to the room. This was one very big misunderstanding!

“Hello?”

“Hi. I didn’t know you felt something for me Steve. You should have done it in a more hushed way though. Your wife was not very happy to find the letter you wrote to me.”

“Maggie you don’t understand the flowers was meant for…”

“You don’t have to explain. I have watched you for a long time now. A handsome man like yourself shouldn’t be kept on a leash like that.”

“Maggie, please, you don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Oh but I do! Goodnight loverboy. See you soon!”

Without giving my any chance to explain, she ended the call. Boy, was I in for some explaining! I tapped on the bedroom door.

“Honey, can I come in?”

“Leave me alone you fool!”

I crouched down on the floor with my hands in my hair. This was not how I had pictured the night going.

“Honey, you know I would never ever de disloyal. And I would never do a thing like that, especially on Valentine’s Day. I know how much you love Valentine’s Day.”

“You will crawl before I ever speak to you again!”

“My love, let me explain! I bought those roses for you! I just forgot to write your name on it!”

“Oh like you forgot that you were married?”

“Love…”

“Don’t Love me! You are sleeping on the couch!”

I felt like a dog! If only I had put her damned name on the card! I got a blanket and made myself a makeshift bed on the sofa. This was gonna be a long night…

When morning came, I felt very cold and miserable. My Valentine’s plans were long forgotten. I sighed and turned on my side. There she was, sitting on the couch, watching me, my wife. Her eyes were much softer than last night.

“You promise the card was just a mistake?” she asked.

“I promise Love.”

You wanna make up for lost time from last night?”

Without thinking I flung the blanket across the room, grabbed her hand and steered her straight to our room. I was going to show her just how sorry I was for my stupid mistake!

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      Ruby Jean Richert 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Interesting story. I felt sorry for him and I know he's learned a lesson. Ha. Voted up...

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