I wanted our first anniversary to be unforgettable. Little did I know how right I’d be. When Thomas canceled for a last-minute business trip, I was heartbroken. Then came the cake – elegant white frosting with golden letters spelling “It’s time to get divorced!”
The anonymous note chilled me: “Hope you take this as well as he did.” When my mother-in-law Gloria called raving about an anniversary ring I’d never received, I knew something was terribly wrong. Following her “helpful” hotel suggestion, I found Gloria with a stunning brunette – her handpicked replacement for me.
“You’re not good enough for my son,” Gloria sneered, proudly admitting she’d baked the cruel cake herself. But she didn’t know I’d called Thomas the moment I entered that room. Hearing his mother’s scheme through the open line, he arrived in a rage.
That night, Thomas finally gave me the beautiful anniversary ring his mother had lied about. As we clinked glasses over our belated celebration, we made a silent pact – no one, not even family, would ever come between us again. The cake meant to break us only made our marriage stronger.
