I Decided to Surprise My Husband at Work Only to Discover He Was on Vacation

I planned to surprise my husband at work with lunch, but instead found out he was on vacation. Confused and suspicious, I followed him the next day and uncovered a shocking secret at my sister’s house. What I found left me questioning everything I thought I knew about my marriage and my family.

I decided to surprise Ben at work with lunch last Tuesday. I’d spent the morning making his favorite — lasagna. With the kids at school, I had some time to myself, and I thought it’d be a sweet gesture. I mean, what husband wouldn’t love a surprise visit from his wife with homemade food, right?

When I arrived at his office, the receptionist gave me a puzzled look.

“You’re here for Ben?” she asked, glancing at the lasagna in my hands.

“Yeah, just wanted to bring him lunch. Is he in?”

She hesitated. “Ben’s been on vacation for the past two weeks.”

I stood there, stunned, trying to process what she’d said. Vacation? He’d told me he was working late all week. My stomach twisted, and I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. I thanked her and left.

At home, I tried to make sense of it. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. But what kind of misunderstanding lasts two weeks? I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. So, I did what any suspicious wife might do — I decided to follow him the next day.

The next morning, I called Mom and asked her to take the kids for the day. I told her I had some errands to run. She was happy to help, oblivious to the turmoil brewing in my head. I then followed Ben to find out what was really going on.

I watched as he left the house and got into his car, and I followed at a safe distance. He drove across town and pulled up to Kate’s house — my sister’s house.

My mouth went dry as I watched him get out of the car. Kate came out, smiling warmly as she embraced him and led him inside.

My mind went blank. Was Ben having an affair with my sister? I couldn’t believe it, but what else could explain it? The pain of betrayal cut deep, and I felt tears welling up. I had to know for sure.

I parked my car a few houses down from Kate’s place and called Carla, my lawyer. She’d handled a few legal matters for us before, and I trusted her judgment. I told her everything, my voice trembling with anger and hurt.

“Julia,” Carla said, her tone calm and professional, “before you jump to conclusions, gather some concrete evidence. It’s important to be sure before taking any legal steps.”

I knew she was right. So, I went back to Kate’s house, lurking around like some sort of spy. I felt ridiculous, but I had to know the truth. I peered through a window, careful not to be seen.

Inside, I saw Ben and Kate sitting at the kitchen table, huddled over lunch, and a pile of papers. They looked serious, and every now and then, they’d glance around, as if worried about being caught.

What were they plotting? The more I watched, the more convinced I became that something was terribly wrong. It wasn’t just an affair — they were planning something.

I snapped a few photos with my phone, my hands shaking. I needed proof, something concrete to confront Ben with. My mind raced with all sorts of terrible scenarios. What were they up to?

I called James from my car. He picked up on the first ring. James, my brother-in-law, had always been the sensible one in the family. Married to Kate for nearly a decade, he was the calm, rational counterpoint to her more impulsive nature.

He and Ben got along well, often bonding over their shared love of sports and grilling. I trusted James, and if anyone could help me make sense of this, it was him.

“James, it’s Julia. I need to talk to you about Ben and Kate.”

There was a pause. “Julia, calm down. What’s going on?”

“I think they’re having an affair,” I blurted out, my voice shaking.

James sighed. “Julia, you need to come over here. Now.”

I hurried back to Kate’s house, my mind spinning with fear and betrayal. When I arrived, I saw James’ car already parked outside. I crept up to the house and peeked through the window again. James was there, sitting with Ben and Kate at the kitchen table.

I could hear snippets of their conversation through the half-open window.

“Julia called me,” James said, sounding concerned. “She’s worried sick, thinks you two are having an affair.”

Ben nodded. “So, she is unaware of everything.”

“That’s great!” Kate replied, her tone filled with excitement.

“Our plan is working,” Ben added.

My heart shattered. I had heard enough. I barged into the house, my anger boiling over.

“You lying, cheating traitors! How could you do this to me?”

Kate and Ben looked at me, stunned. James stood up, trying to calm me down.

“Julia, please, let us explain.”

“Explain what? That my husband is cheating on me with my sister?” I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

“Julia, it’s not what you think,” Ben said softly, trying to calm me down. “I took a vacation to work on a surprise for you.”

I laughed bitterly. “A surprise? Meeting at Kate’s house every day is a surprise?”

“Yes,” Ben said, his voice steady. “I was planning to make your dream come true. You always talked about owning a coffee shop, right?”

I blinked, not understanding. “What?”

Kate stepped forward, holding a stack of papers. “Ben has been using his inheritance to buy a coffee shop for you. We’ve been working on the business plan and all the legal paperwork here.”

My anger started to wane, replaced by confusion and a glimmer of hope. “A coffee shop? For me?”

Ben nodded, pulling out a folder and handing it to me. “Look, these are the documents. The lease, the renovation plans, everything. I wanted it to be perfect before I told you. James and Kate are co-investors, so I wanted to make sure they are completely onboard.”

I looked at the papers, the words blurring through my tears. It was all there. The proof of his love and dedication, the coffee shop I had always dreamed of. My knees buckled, and Ben caught me before I fell.

“Oh my goodness, Ben… I’m so sorry. I thought… I thought you were…”

“I know,” he said, hugging me tightly. “I should have told you, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted to see your face when I handed you the keys.”

“I’m such an idiot,” I sobbed into his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shh, it’s okay. I understand why you felt that way. But Julia, I love you. I would never betray you.”

I nodded, feeling the weight of my mistake. “Thank you, Ben. Thank you for everything.”

The next day, we went to sign the final papers. The coffee shop was ours. I could hardly believe it. As I walked into the quaint little space, the smell of freshly baked goods already filling the air, I felt so joyful.

Ben squeezed my hand. “This is all for you, babe. I believe in you.”

I smiled, tears of happiness streaming down my face. “I love you, love. Thank you for believing in me.”

We worked together, turning the coffee shop into something magical. It became a place where dreams were baked into reality, where love and trust were the secret ingredients in every recipe.

Looking back, I realized how important trust and communication are in a relationship. Misunderstandings can happen, but it’s how we handle them that truly matters.

As I stood in my coffee shop, surrounded by the aroma of freshly baked goods, I felt grateful for Ben’s unwavering love and support. We had faced a storm, and together, we had come out stronger.

I Was Late to My Grandmom’s Funeral—When I Finally Got to Her Grave, There Was a Small Package with My Name on It

When Teresa’s grandmother passes away, she races across continents, desperate to say goodbye… but she arrives too late. Wracked with guilt, she visits the grave, only to discover a mysterious package left just for her. As Teresa navigates grief and love, she learns that some bonds transcend time, offering solace in the most unexpected ways.

When my uncle called that morning, I knew something was wrong before he said a word. His voice had this sharp, clipped edge, but I could still hear the strain in it.

A man talking on a phone | Source: Midjourney

A man talking on a phone | Source: Midjourney

“Grandma’s gone, Teresa,” he said. “She passed last night.”

For a moment, the world went silent. It was as if my mind refused to process the words.

“The funeral’s tomorrow,” he added. “If you’re not here, we’ll have to bury her without you.”

“What? Tomorrow?” My voice cracked. “I can’t… there’s no way I can get there that fast!”

A shocked woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“Then don’t bother,” he said curtly. “She’s gone, Teresa. We won’t wait for you… we can’t.”

I stood frozen, phone in hand, the sharp beep of the call ending pulling me out of my stupor. My uncle Craig, ever the practical and unyielding one, had spoken as if my grandmother’s passing was just another event on a packed calendar.

But she wasn’t just my grandmother. She was my everything.

A smiling old woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling old woman | Source: Midjourney

She’d raised me after my mom passed, back when I was too young to understand what death meant. Grandma became my world. She stepped into the role of mom, confidante, and teacher with ease.

Life with her was a steady rhythm of love and laughter, her warmth filling the void my mother’s death left behind.

The thought of not being there for her, of not saying goodbye, tore at me.

An upset woman looking out of a window | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman looking out of a window | Source: Midjourney

I booked the first flight out, throwing clothes into a suitcase without even checking if they matched. I wasn’t even sure if I had suitable funeral clothing, either. Every second felt like a betrayal.

I couldn’t bear the thought of her being lowered into the ground while I was thousands of miles away, stuck in some airport terminal.

The plane ride was unbearable. I was unable to eat, my food tray just sitting there, the food getting cold and congealing. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t watch any of the movies or listen to music.

A tray of airplane food | Source: Midjourney

A tray of airplane food | Source: Midjourney

I was numb.

Memories of my grandmother flooded my mind. Her stories, her hugs, her quiet wisdom… I kept telling myself I’d make it in time, but when I finally landed and called my uncle, the funeral was already over.

“We couldn’t wait, Teresa. Don’t act shocked. I told you this already,” he said flatly.

A woman standing in an airport | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in an airport | Source: Midjourney

By the time I arrived at her house, it was empty, stripped of the life it once held. My cousins had cleared out, leaving behind traces of their rushed goodbyes. There was a half-empty water bottle on the counter, a crumpled tissue on the sofa, someone’s forgotten lipstick on the floor.

I stood in the doorway, letting the silence engulf me.

Grandma’s favorite chair was still by the window, the blanket she’d always kept on her lap folded neatly over the back. On the side table, an unfinished knitted sock lay abandoned, the lavender yarn still threaded through the needles.

A ball of yarn and knitting needles | Source: Midjourney

A ball of yarn and knitting needles | Source: Midjourney

I reached out, brushing my fingers against the soft fabric, and the tears came in a flood.

She had been working on this. Just days ago, she’d sat here, humming softly as she knitted, probably thinking about some old family recipes.

I sank into the chair, clutching the sock like it was a lifeline. Memories of her voice, her laughter, her love, rushed over me. The ache in my chest was unbearable, but I didn’t want it to stop.

This pain was all I had left of her.

An upset woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

When the sunlight began streaming through the window, I wiped my face and stood. There was one thing I still had to do.

I stopped at a florist and bought a bouquet of daisies, her favorite. The drive to the cemetery was a blur, my mind racing with all the things I wished I’d said, the moments I wished I could relive.

The grave was easy to find.

A bucket of daisies at a florist | Source: Midjourney

A bucket of daisies at a florist | Source: Midjourney

The fresh mound of dirt stood out starkly against the older, weathered headstones. My breath hitched as I approached, the reality of it hitting me all over again.

This was it. Her final resting place.

But something caught my eye. At the base of the grave, nestled in the dirt, was a small package. My name, Teresa, was scrawled on the paper in her unmistakable handwriting.

A package in a cemetery | Source: Midjourney

A package in a cemetery | Source: Midjourney

My hands shook as I picked it up, my heart pounding.

The package felt almost warm, as if her love had left a mark on it. I tore at the wrapping, revealing a folded note inside.

My dear Teresa, it began.

I know your uncle probably won’t let us see each other one last time. I don’t know where I went wrong with him… but he’s always been jealous of the bond we share. I need you to know this: Teresa, you are my love, my joy, and the light in the darkest of days.

I asked Rina to leave this package on my grave after I’m gone. This is so you’ll never be late again.

A woman reading a note in a cemetery | Source: Midjourney

A woman reading a note in a cemetery | Source: Midjourney

I gasped.

Grandma had planned this? Had she known exactly how things would unfold?

And it made sense to me. Craig probably thought that Grandma was going to leave a whole lot of money to me, her house even. Not that I wanted any of it…

“Oh, Gran,” I muttered.

An old woman writing a letter | Source: Midjourney

An old woman writing a letter | Source: Midjourney

Tears blurred my vision as I opened the smaller package inside. A gold wristwatch glinted in the sunlight, its face encircled by tiny diamonds. I turned it over, and there, engraved on the back, were the words:

Grandma and Teresa. Always and Forever.

I dropped to my knees, clutching the watch to my chest. The ache in my heart swelled to unbearable proportions. She had thought of me, even in her final days, leaving behind this symbol of her love for me.

A woman holding a watch in a box | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a watch in a box | Source: Midjourney

As I sat there, the pieces of her note lingered in my mind.

My uncle. His jealousy.

It all made sense now, the way he’d rushed the funeral, his brusque phone calls, the coldness in his voice. He’d never hidden his resentment, but to think that he’d taken it this far… refusing to wait even a few hours.

Still, as much as his actions stung, I couldn’t let them overshadow what I held in my hands. The watch wasn’t just an heirloom, it was a promise.

A man standing on a porch | Source: Midjourney

A man standing on a porch | Source: Midjourney

It was the promise of a connection to my grandmother that time could never erase.

The cemetery was quiet as I stood by her grave, sharing memories, apologizing for being late, and thanking her for everything she’d given me.

When I finally stood to leave, I slipped the watch onto my wrist. It felt like a piece of her was with me, tangible and eternal.

A woman standing in a cemetery | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a cemetery | Source: Midjourney

The house was still empty when I returned, but it didn’t feel quite as suffocating anymore. I stood in the living room, looking at the remnants of her life, her unfinished sock, the framed photo of the two of us by the mantel.

Moments later, the door opened.

“Teresa,” he said. “What are you doing here? Why bother to come when everything is over?”

“How can you ask me such a question?” I gasped.

A grandmother's living room | Source: Midjourney

A grandmother’s living room | Source: Midjourney

“She was old, Teresa,” he said. “What did you expect? That the old woman would live forever?”

“When did you get so cruel, Uncle Craig?” I asked.

“When did you get so self-righteous?” he spat.

Before I knew it, two men from a moving company walked into the house.

Two men standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

Two men standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“I’m taking the furniture. And those expensive plates and vases. I’m going to sell them.”

“Gran will never forgive you for this,” I said simply, sitting down on the couch.

“Gran is long gone, Teresa. It’s time to move on. And don’t try to contest the will,” he said. “Gran would have given everything to me. I can’t wait to give Rose her watch. My mother would absolutely want her first-born granddaughter to have it.”

A cupboard with expensive crockery | Source: Midjourney

A cupboard with expensive crockery | Source: Midjourney

I pulled my sleeve down, hoping that Craig wouldn’t see the watch. I wasn’t going to hand it over. No way. But at the same time, I didn’t want to entertain Craig. He could take everything else.

A few months had passed since I left my grandmother’s house for the last time. Life had resumed its usual rhythm, or at least, that’s what it looked like from the outside.

The watch stayed on my wrist, its weight a constant reminder of her. Some days, I caught myself holding it, brushing my thumb over the inscription as if I could summon her voice.

A watch on a person's wrist | Source: Midjourney

A watch on a person’s wrist | Source: Midjourney

One evening, I made myself a cup of tea, Gran’s favorite chamomile blend, and curled up on the sofa with a blanket. The unfinished sock from her house now sat on my coffee table, neatly placed in a small knitting basket.

I picked up the knitting needles, my fingers still clumsy and awkward with the motions. She’d tried to teach me once, years ago, but I’d been too impatient to sit still.

A cup of tea on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney

A cup of tea on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney

“One day you’ll see,” she’d said with a knowing smile. “That knitting is like life. You just keep going, one stitch at a time.”

One stitch at a time.

A lavender sock and knitting needles | Source: Midjourney

A lavender sock and knitting needles | Source: Midjourney

Judy and her family get into the habit of saving money in a “family stash jar,” which is used for emergencies or family outings. But soon, she starts noticing that someone in the family has sticky fingers, helping themselves to the money. Judy has to figure out who it is and what is the reason for such dishonesty.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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