I felt invisible in my own marriage. The man I loved no longer noticed me, no longer cared. Every day was the same—until the flowers arrived.
Sweet notes, beautiful bouquets, and a mystery admirer who saw me when my husband didn’t. I needed to know who it was. But the truth changed everything.
In the early morning, when the streets were still quiet and the sun had just begun to rise, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling.
Soft light filtered through the curtains, casting faint shadows on the walls.
Beside me, Kyle slept, his breathing steady.
I watched his face, searching for something familiar—some trace of the man I had married—but he felt like a stranger.
Ever since Sam was born, we had spent less and less time together. Conversations had grown shorter, affection rarer. We moved around each other like distant roommates.
Kyle stirred, letting out a quiet sigh.
Slowly, he turned toward me, his eyes heavy with sleep.
“Why are you awake?” Kyle mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.
“I don’t know,” I said, staring at the ceiling.
Kyle sighed and closed his eyes again. I watched him, my chest tight. I couldn’t ignore the distance between us.
“Let’s go on a date tonight,” I said, my voice careful.
“What about Sam?” he asked, not opening his eyes.
“I’ll ask the nanny to stay later.”
Kyle shifted, pulling the blanket higher.
“I don’t feel like it,” he muttered, turning away.
Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Kyle didn’t care. He didn’t even try.
I felt invisible, like I was just part of the routine—someone who handled the house, the baby, the details of our life, but not someone he loved.
Later that morning, the nanny arrived, greeting Sam with a warm smile.
I kissed my son goodbye, feeling a pang of guilt for how much I looked forward to leaving.
At work, I settled at my desk, trying to shake off the weight in my chest. Then Dean, the most attractive man in the office, walked over. We had always gotten along.
“Emma, you look stunning today,” Dean said, flashing a grin.
“Thanks,” I said, forcing a small smile.
“At least someone notices.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Your husband doesn’t?”
I let out a short breath. “I can’t remember the last time Kyle said something nice to me.”
Dean shook his head.
“Then he’s a fool. If you were my wife, I’d remind you every day. I’d send flowers.
Make sure you always felt special.”
I smiled. It felt good to hear.
“Join me for lunch?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “I’d like that.”
At lunch with Dean, I felt lighter, like I could finally breathe.
He listened when I spoke, asked questions, and laughed at my jokes.
His compliments weren’t empty words—he actually noticed things. My new dress. The way I styled my hair.
It felt nice to be seen.
I wasn’t thinking about being with Dean. I was thinking about Kyle. Why had he stopped treating me this way?
He used to be thoughtful.
On our first date, he had planned a scavenger hunt. At the end, he was waiting with a bouquet and a homemade dinner.
He used to leave sweet notes—tiny reminders of his love. But now, there was nothing.
It hurt more than I wanted to admit.
That evening, I walked into the house, feeling drained. The routine never changed. Work, home, childcare.
Every day felt the same.
I sighed when I saw Kyle sitting in front of the TV, his eyes fixed on the screen. No greeting. No glance in my direction.
I hesitated, then spoke.
“Hey, maybe we could take a weekend trip together. Just us. We can leave Sam with my parents.”
Kyle didn’t even look away from the TV.
“We’ve never left him for that long before.”
“Exactly,” I said. “We should start. He’ll be fine with them.”
Kyle shook his head.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
Frustration bubbled inside me. “Then let’s at least go on a date. We can stay in, have dinner after Sam goes to bed.
Just some time together.”
He sighed. “Emma, what’s with all these conversations?”
And that was it. I snapped.
“What’s with all these conversations?!
We live like strangers, Kyle! You don’t talk to me, you don’t even look at me!” My voice cracked, but I didn’t stop. “I try.
I ask. But you don’t care.”
“Everyone’s life changes after a kid,” he said. “This is normal.”
I let out a bitter laugh.
“It’s not normal to feel invisible! You don’t compliment me. You don’t bring me flowers.
You used to care.”
“That phase is over,” Kyle said, his tone flat.
I stared at him, my hands shaking. “So that’s it? You don’t love me anymore?”
“Of course I love you,” he said.
“Then why don’t I feel it?!” I shouted.
“Kyle, I love you. But if it weren’t for Sam, I would’ve left already.”
Silence.
Tears blurred my vision. I ran to the bedroom, grabbed his pillow and blanket, and threw them into the hallway.
“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight!” I yelled, slamming the door.
I cried until there was nothing left.
The next morning, Kyle left before I even got out of bed.
I heard the front door close, and I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or hurt. Maybe both.
I got up, dressed, and took Sam to the nanny.
He gave me a big hug before running off to play. At least someone was happy.
When I arrived at work, I stopped in my tracks. A massive bouquet of flowers sat on my desk, bright and beautiful.
“Did anyone see who brought these?” I asked, staring at the bouquet.
“A delivery guy,” Riley said, leaning against my desk.
“No name, just dropped them off.”
I reached for the small card tucked between the flowers and read it aloud. “You deserve to be adored every sin
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