Darling, Happy Birthday
Today is his birthday. His wife placed a big birthday cake on the dining table. “Make a wish, darling,” she said as she lit the candles on the cake.
He immersed himself in a wonderful wish, puckered his lips, and puffed out his cheeks, ready to blow out all the candles in one go…
Just then, the doorbell rang. His wife ran to open the door. It was the delivery person with a pot of fresh, blooming lily-of-the-valley flowers. As she took the flowers, her face immediately darkened.
“Who sent these flowers?” he asked.
His wife threw the flowers into his hands angrily. Only then did he notice a small card nestled among the dark green leaves, which read—”Darling, Happy Birthday.”
The card did not include the sender’s name, phone number, or address. He fell into deep thought. Who could have sent these flowers? His first wife had divorced him years ago, and she was the one who had filed for divorce. His second wife was standing right in front of him. Could it be his colleague, Xiao Li?
She was a bit of a trickster and had often called him “darling” in a cutesy voice, but she started dating someone last month. Was it his subordinate, Nana? She had admired him for a long time and had hinted at her feelings. Yes, it must be Nana. She knew his birthday and always complimented the lily-of-the-valley flowers on his desk.
“Nana, you emotionally rich, love-freedom worshipper. Just wait until I deal with you tomorrow!” he thought angrily. But dealing with Nana was tomorrow’s problem. Today, he had to explain things clearly to his wife.
He forced himself to calm down and said to his wife, “It must be Nana from the office. She wants to win my favor and get more attention from me.”
“Oh, there are so many men in the office. Why should she need your attention? You must have flirted with her,” his wife said, her face turning livid with anger. “Tell me, how many women have you flirted with behind my back? Tell me!”
“No, no, no. I’ll return the flowers right now.” He realized the situation was getting worse.
“Return them? You’re just looking for an excuse to rekindle the romance,” his wife said with a cold laugh, tears of grievance rolling down her face.
“Then… then I’ll smash the flowers. That should be enough,” he said, raising the flowers, ready to smash them, when the phone rang urgently.
“Darling son, did you get the flowers I sent you?”
“Mom, it was you who sent the flowers? Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?”
“Oh, I thought you’d recognize my handwriting immediately…”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
