On our anniversary night, I stood in my best dress, waiting for Thomas. Then a cake arrived with the message: “It’s time to get divorced!” An hour later, I was on a flight to uncover the truth.Marriage had been good. Our first year was full of love and laughter, so I’d spent two weeks planning the perfect anniversary—duck à l’orange, a thoughtful gift, and a beautiful setup. But then Thomas called, casually mentioning he was on his way to an emergency meeting.

I was disappointed but decided to enjoy the evening. While I was in the bath, a delivery man arrived with a cake. But this wasn’t just any cake—it had the words “It’s time to get divorced!” written in golden icing. My heart sank. Then I read the card: “Hope you take this as well as he did. XOXO.”I called my mother-in-law, Gloria, who chirped about a surprise Thomas had planned at a hotel. Something didn’t add up. Was Thomas cheating on me?

I booked a flight. When I arrived, I stormed into the hotel room, only to find a stunning brunette. Before she could speak, I smashed the cake into her face. But it didn’t stop there. Inside the bathroom, Gloria was waiting in a bathrobe, sipping champagne. She smirked, admitting she was trying to get rid of me.Why?” I asked, stunned.You’re not good enough for my son,” she shrugged. pulled out my phone. “I called Thomas as soon as I walked in. He’ll be here in ten minutes.” I put him on speakerphone, and Gloria’s smugness faltered when she heard his anger.I left the room, knowing I’d won this battle.In the lobby, Thomas arrived, apologizing. But then, he pulled out a velvet box with a beautiful ring. “This one’s from me,” he said.That night, we celebrated—imperfect, but ours. And from now on, crossing my boundaries wouldn’t be so easy for anyone.