a second. Been swamped with work lately.”

Mark nodded.

“Well, it should be fun. Jenna always throws a great party.”

I managed a smile and a quick goodbye before turning the cart down the next aisle.

Le Bijou was a new upscale restaurant downtown. It required booking weeks in advance and a price tag to match.

What bothered me the most was that my wife hadn’t mentioned a word about that party.

For the next two days, I tried to rationalize what Mark had said.

Maybe he was mistaken. Maybe it was a surprise party, and Jenna didn’t want me to find out.

But deep down, I knew the truth. She’d excluded me on purpose.

Why wouldn’t she want me there?

I thought. Was she embarrassed? Angry?

Or had I done something to make her feel like I didn’t belong by her side?

The questions ate away at me, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask Jenna outright.

Instead, I decided to find out. I told myself I wasn’t going to cause a scene and that I just needed answers. I decided to go to the party to see why she didn’t want me there.

On the day of her birthday, she seemed quite calm.

“I’m just going out with some friends for dinner tonight,” she said over breakfast, sipping her coffee.

“Nothing fancy, just a small gathering.”

“Oh, really? I thought we’d have dinner at home together,” I said. “I was planning to bake your favorite cookies.”

“That’s so sweet of you, Lucas,” she smiled.

“It’s just that Alex suggested we should go out for dinner, and I didn’t want to say no. We’ll have dinner together tomorrow, okay? I promise.”

“Alright,” I said, trying to hide the disappointment.

She didn’t mention Le Bijou or anything remotely like the extravagant affair Mark had described.

A quiet dinner with friends was nothing to raise suspicion over. At least not until I arrived at the restaurant.

When I walked into Le Bijou, it was as if I’d stepped into a different world. The room glittered with wealth.

Sparkling gowns, tailored suits, and the unmistakable hum of privilege.

In the center of it all was Jenna. Her smile was as dazzling as the chandelier above her, but it faded the moment she saw me.

I could see panic written all over her face as she excused herself and walked toward me.

“What are you doing here?” she asked in a low, hurried whisper.

“I came to celebrate your birthday,” I replied. “But it looks like you’re having a ball with your friends.

You said you didn’t want to celebrate your birthday this year, but…”

Her face flushed as she looked around. “Lucas, it’s not like that. This is just a casual dinner.

I—”

“Mark called it a birthday party when I met him a few days ago,” I said. “This doesn’t look like a casual dinner.”

Her shoulders sagged slightly, and she glanced back at the table where her friends were watching us with open curiosity.

“Look,” she said, lowering her voice even further. “I excluded you from the party because… well, it’s complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

“It’s just that all my friends’ husbands always get them these extravagant gifts, and you… well, you don’t.

I didn’t want them to compare. I didn’t want them to know that I never get any expensive gifts.”

I stared at her with wide eyes.

“So, you’re embarrassed of me?” I asked. “You’re embarrassed your husband doesn’t earn enough to spoil you with presents?”

Her silence was answer enough.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled the small box from my pocket and handed it to her.

“Open it,” I said.

Her eyes widened slightly as she unwrapped it, revealing the diamond earrings inside.

For a moment, I saw the Jenna I fell in love with. The one who lit up over little surprises and thoughtful gestures.

“Oh my God, Lucas,” she gasped, holding the earrings up for her friends to admire. “These are beautiful!”

She called her friends over, basking in their admiration as if the entire evening had suddenly transformed into a celebration of us.

“Lucas, you have to stay,” she said, grabbing my hand.

“Come on, have a drink, let me get you some food.”

But I couldn’t. Something inside me had cracked, and no amount of praise or attention from her friends could fix it.

“I can’t stay,” I said. “The second part of your gift is waiting for you at home.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement.

“What is it? Tell me!”

“You’ll see,” I said, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before walking away. I didn’t look back.

When Jenna returned home later that night, she found the house dark and eerily quiet.

The only light came from the kitchen, where a single envelope sat on the table.

I’d left a letter for her.

Dear Jenna,

I spent a year saving for those earrings because I wanted you to feel loved, cherished, and appreciated. You always said you loved jewelry but never treated yourself, so I wanted to give you something special. Something to show you how much you mean to me.

But tonight, I realized that no matter how much I give, it will never be enough.

Hearing you say you were embarrassed of me, of us, broke something inside me. I’ve always believed love was about more than material things, but you’ve made it clear that appearances and comparisons matter more.

So, here’s the second part of your gift: FREEDOM. For both of us.

I’m filing for divorce.

I deserve someone who values me for who I am, not for what I can buy. And you deserve someone who can give you the lifestyle you clearly want.

Please don’t contact me. This is goodbye.

—Lucas

Over the next few days, Jenna called me repeatedly, leaving tearful messages begging for forgiveness.

She said she’d made a mistake, that she didn’t mean what she said, and that she wanted to fix things.

But I was done. I sent her one final text.

Don’t contact me again. It’s over.

Then I blocked her number and moved forward with the divorce.

Now, months later, I feel lighter, as if a weight I didn’t even know I was carrying has been lifted.

Losing Jenna was painful, but knowing I’ll never have to endure her constant comparisons or unspoken disappointment again?

That’s a relief I can’t put into words.

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