I FOUND A PHONE NUMBER & A NOTE SAYING, “THIS IS BETWEEN US. NO ONE ELSE CAN KNOW,” IN MY HUSBAND’S COAT — I WAS BLUFFING WHEN I DIALED THE NUMBER TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF IT
I always believed my marriage was solid. My husband, Denton, and I had built a happy life together, raising two lively kids who filled our home with laughter. But one ordinary morning changed everything.
It began like any other day. Denton had left for work early, and our kids were busy playing in the living room. I decided to tackle some tidying up and sort through a pile of old clothes Denton had set aside for donation. As I picked up his old coat, my fingers brushed against something in one of the pockets. Curious, I reached in and pulled out a small folded note.
My heart raced as I unfolded it. The handwriting was neat but looked rushed, as if the writer had been in a hurry. The words hit me like a bolt of lightning:
“THIS IS BETWEEN US. NO ONE ELSE CAN KNOW.”
On the back of the note was a phone number. My hands trembled. A thousand thoughts swirled in my mind. Who wrote this? Why did Denton have it? And most importantly, what was he keeping from me?
I stuffed the note into my pocket and tried to steady my breathing. My kids’ laughter echoed in the background, a sharp contrast to the turmoil in my mind. I told myself to stay calm, at least for now. That evening, I watched Denton closely. He joked with the kids, helped with dinner, and kissed me goodnight like everything was perfectly normal. But the note felt like it was burning a hole in my pocket.
The next morning, as soon as Denton left for work, I pulled out the note and stared at it. Should I call the number? My heart pounded as I picked up the phone and dialed. The line rang twice before a woman answered.
“Hello?” she said.
Her voice was calm but unfamiliar. I panicked and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“I’D LIKE TO BOOK YOUR SERVICES!” I said, hoping my bluff sounded convincing.
There was a brief pause. Then she replied in a professional tone, “If you have my number, you know the payment terms. Come tomorrow at 2 p.m.” She rattled off an address and hung up before I could say another word.
I stared at the phone, my mind spinning. What kind of “services” was this woman offering? And why did Denton have her number? I couldn’t ignore it. I had to find out the truth.
The next day, I arranged for a friend to watch the kids and took a taxi to the address she’d given me. As we pulled up, I felt my stomach tighten. This wasn’t what I expected at all.
The building was nondescript, with a simple sign that read, “PRIVATE CONSULTATIONS.” My mind raced with possibilities as I climbed the steps, my heart pounding in my chest. Was this a place for something illicit? A secret meeting spot? Or something completely mundane that I’d blown out of proportion?
I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Inside, a receptionist greeted me with a polite smile. “Welcome,” she said. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Yes, at 2 p.m.,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
The receptionist nodded and motioned for me to take a seat. The waiting area was quiet, with soft music playing in the background. As I sat there, my imagination went wild. Was Denton meeting this woman here? What kind of secret was he keeping?
Finally, a door opened, and the woman from the phone call appeared. She was elegantly dressed, with a professional demeanor that caught me off guard. She looked at me and said, “Right this way.”
I followed her into a small, well-lit room. She gestured for me to sit down. “So,” she began, “how can I help you?”
I froze. What was I supposed to say? My bluff had brought me here, but now I had no idea how to proceed. “I… I…” I stammered.
She raised an eyebrow. “You don’t seem like you’re here for what we usually handle. Are you sure you’re in the right place?”
I decided to come clean. “Look, I found your number in my husband’s coat pocket. It was written on a note that said, ‘This is between us. No one else can know.’ I had to find out what’s going on.”
The woman’s expression softened, and she leaned back in her chair. “Ah,” she said. “This happens more often than you’d think. Your husband hired me, but not for anything shady. I’m a surprise event planner.”
I blinked. “A… what?”
“I help people plan special events without their loved ones finding out until the big reveal. Birthdays, anniversaries, proposals… you name it. He wanted to surprise you. I can’t give away too much, but I promise it’s nothing bad.”
Relief and embarrassment washed over me in equal measure. I thanked her and left the building, my mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events. Denton wasn’t hiding a dark secret after all. Instead, he was planning something special for me.
That evening, as I watched him laugh with our kids, I felt a wave of gratitude. Our marriage wasn’t perfect, but it was built on love and effort. And sometimes, even in the most secure relationships, a little mystery can lead to the sweetest surprises.
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