Relief crashed over her, followed immediately by shame. Tears welled as she stared at the phone. How could she doubt him? How could she let insecurity poison something so good?
Only one name remained.
“Lady of my dreams.”
Her vision blurred as she pressed call, silently apologizing to the universe for her lack of faith.
Her own phone rang.
The sound felt wrong—distant, hollow.
She answered slowly.
Her husband’s voice came through, soft and amused.
“Hey… where are you calling from?”
The room tilted.
She ended the call without a word and collapsed onto the floor, sobbing until her chest hurt. When he woke and found her like that, she confessed everything—the doubt, the fear, the shame.
He didn’t shout. He didn’t accuse.
He just sighed, wrapped his arms around her, and said, “I wish you’d trusted me.”
The guilt was crushing.
The next morning, exhausted and desperate to make amends, she handed him her entire month’s salary.
