But her shaky voice said words that tore apart everything I thought about my marriage. What started as listening to a quiet talk turned into finding out the truth that broke my whole world.
When he looked up and smiled, I almost spilled my latte everywhere. It felt like a scene from a love movie.
“You look like you’re having a bad Monday,” he said, pointing to my stack of work papers all over the table.
“Try a bad month,” I laughed, and somehow that quick chat turned into three hours talking about everything. The world outside the shop just faded away.
Garrett had a way of making normal moments feel special. He’d leave little notes in my car after dates and bring takeout to my place when I worked late.
In our second year together, he proposed at that same coffee shop, getting down on one knee right where we met. I remember the whole place going quiet, like everyone was waiting for me.
“Eveline,” he said, hands shaking as he held out the ring, “I want to build a life with you. I want to wake up next to you for the next 50 years.”
Of course, I said yes. How could I not? We were so in love, so sure we’d be together forever.