My Husband Started Bringing Home Flowers Every Friday – One Day I Found a Note in the Bouquet and Followed Him After Work

At first, I thought the flowers were my husband’s way of holding onto our fading spark. Sixteen years in, romance turns into routines and reminders. So when Dan started bringing home bouquets every Friday, I thought we were reconnecting.

Then came the lies — about where the flowers came from. And one night, a note slipped out: “See you next Friday.” My heart sank. A week later, I followed him — straight to her house. Erika. The woman who once confessed she loved him at our wedding.

I burst in, ready to confront him — but instead found Dan reading to a frail, childlike Erika. A car accident had left her with brain damage; she only remembered him, her childhood friend. The flowers were from her mother’s garden, and the note was just a reminder — not a lover’s message.

I stood there, ashamed and relieved. The man I thought was cheating was quietly showing compassion.

Now, we visit Erika together. She calls me her best friend. And every Friday, when Dan brings flowers home, I smile — knowing love isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it’s tulips, patience, and kindness you never saw coming.