As my wife, Natalie, and I stepped out of the doctor’s office, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy. Our lives were about to change in the most incredible way—we were going to be parents. The news we had longed for was finally real.
“Honey, this is the best day of our lives!” I exclaimed, barely able to contain my excitement.
I truly believed nothing could shatter my happiness. But I was terribly mistaken.
The moment we reached our car, my heart sank. Scrawled across the left side in bold, accusing letters were the words: “Hope She Was Worth It.”
“What the hell?” I muttered, my pulse quickening.
I turned to Natalie, whose face mirrored my confusion. My mind raced. Was this some kind of mistake? Had someone targeted the wrong car?
Natalie immediately tried to defend herself, insisting she had nothing to do with the message and wasn’t the one who wrote it. Her voice was steady, but I could sense the unease beneath it.
We got into the car and drove home, but the words scrawled on the side of my vehicle refused to leave my mind. No matter how much I tried to push them away, they haunted me.
That evening, Natalie decided to stay at her parents' house. I tried to rest, to sleep—to find some kind of peace—but it was impossible. Frustrated, I got up, grabbed a cloth, and stepped outside to scrub the message off the car.
As I worked, lost in thought, I suddenly heard footsteps approaching. Then, a familiar voice broke the silence.
“Don’t bother thanking me—you’re welcome.”
I froze.
When I raised my head, I saw my best friend, Adrian.
“Adrian, what’s going on?” I asked, feeling confused.
It was at that moment that Adrian decided to tell me something—something about Natalie. He explained that on the day of our engagement party, Natalie had disappeared for a while. I had been caught up with the guests and had a few drinks, so I didn’t realize she was missing. Meanwhile, everyone else noticed her sneaking away from the party. There were some exchanged glances, but no one dared to mention it to me.
“I only did this because I thought Natalie would tell you about that night after seeing the message on the car,” Adrian explained.
I didn’t want to believe what he was saying, but I was determined to uncover the truth. The next day, I confronted Natalie.
As for Adrian, he admitted that he didn’t think my marriage would last. But now that we were trying for a baby, he believed I was committed for the long haul, which is why he felt it was important to reveal the truth about my wife.
When I brought up the message in front of Natalie, she quickly tried to convince me it was just a random act of vandalism, but I could tell it wasn’t that simple.
Eventually, when I asked her about the night of our engagement, she broke down in tears and admitted she was scared. She confessed that she had wanted to leave for good because the thought of getting engaged and married had become overwhelming. At that moment, she wasn’t even sure if I was the one for her.
But she hadn’t cheated on me, and I chose to trust her.
I wasn’t going to let that one night define the rest of our lives together.
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