My husband hates sweets, yet he started coming home smelling like he’d been rolling in cookie dough and pastries. With late nights and flour-covered shirts fueling my suspicions, I braced myself for the worst — only to uncover a truth that brought me to tears.
You ever get a hunch about something, one of those gut feelings that just won’t leave you alone? That’s exactly what happened to me recently, and it set off a chain of events I never saw coming. I’m Kate, 28, and I’ve been married to Luke for almost five years. We’ve had our share of ups and downs, but overall, we’ve been happy. Or at least, I thought we were.
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It all started when I noticed something strange. Luke would come home from work smelling like pastries. Not the kind you get from a coffee shop, but the warm, buttery kind that wafts through a kitchen after something’s been baked fresh. It wasn’t every night, but it was often enough that I couldn’t ignore it.
And the weird part? Luke’s never been into sweets. He’s all about staying fit and avoiding carbs. So, of course, my mind went straight to the worst-case scenario: what if some other woman baked him pies? What if he had an affair?
One evening, as Luke hung up his jacket, I caught that familiar scent again. My heart clenched.
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“Did someone bring donuts to the office?” I asked casually.
“Donuts? No way! I hate donuts!” he said with a shrug, avoiding eye contact.
I watched him walk away, fighting back tears. “You’ve been working late a lot,” I called after him, hating how small my voice sounded. “And you’re just ignoring me these days.”
He paused but didn’t turn around. “Nothing like that, honey. I’m just busy with projects, that’s all.”
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“Luke,” I whispered to myself one night, sitting alone in our dim kitchen. “What aren’t you telling me the truth? What are you hiding from me?”
I couldn’t help the suspicions brewing in my mind, and my imagination ran wild. I remembered those romantic comedy scenes where couples baked together, tossing flour at each other, laughing and kissing, and ending up covered in dough and sugar.
One evening, I noticed flour dust on his cuff. Another time, there was a faint chocolate smudge on his collar. He’d brush it off as nothing, but my mind was racing.
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Is that what was happening? Was some woman baking for him — or worse, WITH HIM? The thought gnawed at me, but I kept it to myself.
Still, the signs were piling up. He came home later than usual, and his vague explanations only added to my paranoia.
I couldn’t follow him myself because of tight work schedule, so I called the one person I knew would be up for the job: my mom, Linda.
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My mom is the queen of sleuthing. Growing up, she could sniff out a lie before you even thought of telling it. And she’s the kind of mom who’d follow me to the ends of the earth if she thought I needed her. When I explained what was going on, she didn’t hesitate.
“You want me to follow him?” she asked, her eyebrows shooting up.
I collapsed into her arms, finally letting out the sobs I’d been holding back for weeks. “I’m scared, Mom. Something’s wrong, I can feel it.”
She held me tight, stroking my hair like she did when I was little. “Oh, sweetheart. Marriage isn’t always easy, is it?”
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“What if —” I choked out, “what if he doesn’t love me anymore?”
“Listen to me,” Mom said firmly, pulling back to look me in the eyes. “That man adores you. I’ve seen it since the day he first walked into our house. But if something’s wrong, we’ll figure it out together.”
“Yes,” I said, biting my lip. “I just… I need to know what’s going on, Mom.”
“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll figure it out. No man is going to pull one over on my daughter.”
The plan was simple. Mom would follow Luke discreetly for a few days after work to figure out where he was going.
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For the next few days, Mom tailed Luke after work, keeping me updated. Each night, I’d pace our bedroom, jumping every time my phone buzzed.
“Still at the building on Fifth Street,” she’d text. “Lights on inside.”
A few days later, she came home in the evening, and her eyes were red, like she had been crying.
“Mom, what is it?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Is he cheating?”
She looked at me and said, “Honey, you’d better sit down, because the truth is not what you thought. It’s going to shock you.”
“What do you mean?”
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Her grip tightened. “Remember when you were little, and you used to think monsters lived under your bed?”
I frowned, confused. “Yes?”
“And remember how relieved you were when we turned on the lights and found nothing but your old stuffed animals?”
“Mom, please,” I begged. “Just tell me.”
She took a deep breath before continuing. “This is something similar. I found out through one of Luke’s friends at the baking class. He’s been taking baking lessons. Every week.”
“BAKING CLASSES?” I repeated, blinking in disbelief. “LUKE? Why?”
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Mom’s voice softened. “It’s about his grandmother.”
I knew Luke had been close to his grandmother, who passed away last year. She’d been the heart of his family, but he rarely talked about her.
“It seems that before she died,” Mom explained, “she made him promise three things.”
I leaned forward, desperate for answers. “What promises?”
Mom smiled gently. “First, she asked him to carry on their family tradition of baking something every Sunday as a gesture of love. Her husband had done it for her their entire marriage, and she wanted Luke to do the same for you.”
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“Oh God,” I whispered, memories flooding back. “The way he looked at her funeral, when they brought out her recipe box…”
“Second,” Mom continued, “she asked him to create a family tree for your children, so they’d always know where they came from. She didn’t want her legacy to be forgotten.”
I nodded, my throat tight.
“And third, she asked him to collect family photos every year and add funny captions to them. She believed laughter was the glue that held families together.”
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“He’s been working on an album,” I whispered, remembering the recent times I’d caught him quickly hiding something in his desk drawer. “I thought… I thought they were love letters to someone else until seeing those pictures.”
By the time Mom finished, tears prickled my eyes. While I’d been imagining the worst, Luke had been honoring his grandmother’s wishes in the most thoughtful way possible.
“Kate,” Mom said, her voice breaking, “he wasn’t hiding something bad. He was trying to surprise you with something beautiful.”
The truth stung, and I was ashamed of myself for jumping to conclusions.
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When Luke came home that evening, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Luke, we need to talk.”
He froze, his face paling. “What’s wrong?”
“I know about the baking classes,” I said, tears welling up.
His eyes widened. “You… you do? How?”
“I asked my mom to follow you,” I confessed, barely able to meet his gaze.
“You did what?”
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“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my hands shaking. “I didn’t know what else to do. You were so distant, and I thought… I thought you were cheating on me.”
“Kate, no,” he said, rushing to my side. “God, no. I’d never do that to you.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, tears spilling down my cheeks.
He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t want you to feel like I was doing it because I had to. I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted to show you how much I love you.”
“But the secrecy,” I sobbed. “Do you know how many nights I lay awake, wondering if you were falling out of love with me?”
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Luke pulled me close, his tears falling into my hair. “Kate, my love for you grows stronger every day. Just like Gran’s recipes – they get better with time and patience.”
I stared at him, overwhelmed by guilt and love all at once. “Luke, you idiot,” I said, laughing through my tears. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been imagining?”
“I can guess,” he said sheepishly. Then, more seriously, “I’m so sorry I worried you. I just wanted to make her proud. To be the kind of husband she always knew I could be.”
“Show me,” I whispered. “Show me everything you’ve been working on.”
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Luke led me to his study, where he pulled out a worn leather album. Inside were photographs — dozens of them — each with handwritten captions that made me laugh through my tears. And beside it, a carefully drawn family tree, with space left for our future children.
“There’s one more thing,” he said softly, reaching into his bag. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper covered in flour stains and pencil marks. “Her apple pie recipe. I’ve been trying to get it right for weeks.”
A week later, Luke finally unveiled his first creation: a slightly lopsided apple pie.
“It’s a little burnt,” he admitted, setting it on the table.
“It’s perfect,” I said, cutting us each a slice.
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The moment I tasted it, memories of our wedding day came flooding back – the way his grandmother had hugged me and whispered, “Take care of my boy.” I thought of her now, watching over us, smiling at her grandson’s determination to keep her memory alive.
“Luke,” I said, reaching for his hand. “Your grandmother would be so proud of you.”
His eyes glistened. “Really?”
“Yes. And I’m proud of you too.”
As we sat together, laughing and eating pie, I realized how lucky I was. Luke wasn’t just my husband — he was my partner, my best friend, and the man who’d do anything to make me happy.
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In the end, I learned a very important lesson: love isn’t about grand gestures. It’s about the little things — the smell of fresh pastries, the crinkle of old family photos, and the traditions that remind us what really matters.
That night, as we lay in bed, I whispered, “Promise me something…”
“Anything,” Luke murmured.
“Next time you want to surprise me, maybe just tell me you’re planning a surprise? The mystery was killing me.”
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He laughed, pulling me closer. “Deal. But only if you promise to be my taste-tester for all my future baking attempts.”
“Even the burnt ones?”
“Especially the burnt ones.”
And as we drifted off to sleep, I could almost smell the sweet aroma of his grandmother’s kitchen, watching over us, blessing our love with the warmth of freshly baked memories.
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Days Before Wedding, Millionaire’s Daughter Disguises As Homeless to Test Her Wealthy Fiancé — Story of the Day
Ava unexpectedly falls for the man her parents arranged for her to marry. But when unsettling rumors about him surface days before their wedding, she devises a test to uncover his true intentions.
Ava caught her breath as she gazed at Walter, the man her parents had arranged for her to meet. He rose from his seat, impeccably dressed in a sleek suit that showcased his athletic build, his blue eyes sparkling under the elegant lighting.
Ava’s heart fluttered as he smiled and helped her to her seat.
“Ava, meet Walter, my son,” his mother said.
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“What do you think?” whispered Ava’s mother, Hilda, noticing her daughter’s reddened cheeks.
The families sat at a grand dining table in a restaurant, the air filled with apprehension and anticipation. Ava, initially resistant to this arranged meeting, found herself unexpectedly drawn to Walter. His gentlemanly demeanor throughout the dinner and subsequent meetings only deepened her admiration for him.
So a few weeks later, when he went down on one knee and proposed, she didn’t think twice before saying yes.
“I’ll marry you!” she exclaimed as Walter slid a diamond ring onto her finger.
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The wedding was set, and with only a few weeks to go, Ava and her friend Hillary went to a boutique to pick a wedding dress for Ava’s special day.
They had just gotten there and were waiting to be attended to when they heard two women whispering in the background.
At first, Ava tried not to pay attention, but with how loud they were, it was impossible not to hear a few words, especially when she heard Walter’s name.
“You mean Walter, the blue-eyed playboy, is getting married?” one woman whispered incredulously.
“Apparently, his parents found him a millionaire’s daughter,” another woman added.
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Ava desperately wanted to continue listening but was interrupted when one of the attendants approached her since it was her turn.
“You heard those people talking in the lobby, didn’t you?” Hillary asked as they followed the attendant.
“Do you know how many Walters there are in this state?” Ava replied, dismissing the rumors. She was convinced her Walter was different.
An hour later, Ava drove to Walter’s mansion. The recent rain had left the roads wet, and as she approached his mansion, she noticed a group of homeless people huddled by the roadside, trying to keep dry.
\Ava slowed her car to avoid splashing water on them and rolled down her window to offer them some money, only to be taken aback after hearing their conversation.
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“That rich guy in the red car splashed water on us! All that money has gone to his head! And that money isn’t his, I bet! It’s his parents’!” grumbled a bearded man.
“With his handsome looks, he thinks he can do anything,” a woman added bitterly.
Shocked and confused, Ava rolled up her window and drove into Walter’s estate, wondering if they were discussing him. She had seen his compassionate side, like his charity work, but she now doubted if it was just for show.
\As she entered his house using the spare key she always had, she was stunned to hear him yelling on the phone.
“Get them out of here! I want all of them gone!” he bellowed, his face contorted with anger.
His tone suddenly softened when he turned around and spotted her.
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“I don’t want to see those beggars suffer in this rain. Find them a place, now!” he commanded, hanging up.
“Ava!” He smiled and approached her. “I saw some homeless people in the rain. It broke my heart, so I was arranging shelter for them,” he explained. Ava didn’t know what to say and nodded. Throughout the evening, she acted like everything was fine, but it wasn’t.
Their wedding was in a week, after which Walter was to be appointed as the director of one of her father’s charity organizations.
As Ava reached home, she discussed everything with Hillary and devised a plan to test Walter’s true character.
“Why not hire a private investigator?” Hillary suggested. “Isn’t that easier than hiring an actor? What if it doesn’t work?”
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“It will. People let down their guard easily around strangers, and this particular actor I hired is pretty good,” Ava explained.
The next day, they met at Walter’s favorite café, concealing their faces under big hats.
“Aren’t you worried Walter might get angry if he finds out?” Hillary asked cautiously.
“He won’t know if all goes well,” Ava reassured her, waiting for Walter’s arrival. She’d already texted him and set her plan in motion. Babe, can you get me a coffee from your favorite place? I’ll be waiting at your office, she’d written.Later, she would text him that she couldn’t make it due to some work.
As Walter entered the café, Ava watched him closely. Dressed in a white sweater and black pants, Walter attracted admiring glances as he ordered. Ava’s heart swelled with pride, but she was anxious about the actor she’d hired to test him.
“I hope everything goes well,” she murmured to Hillary.
As Walter waited, a disheveled man, the actor Ava had hired, approached the counter. Walter was disgusted and stepped aside, allowing the man to order first.
“He’s so nice,” Ava whispered, unaware of Walter’s true intentions.
“Yeah, surprising,” Hillary said despite her doubts about Walter’s character.
Walter paid for the man’s bread and coffee, masking his frustration, all because he wanted the smelly, poor man to leave as soon as possible.
The situation escalated when the man accidentally spilled coffee on Walter’s sweater. Walter’s anger flared, but he caught a glimpse of someone familiar in the space and restrained himself.
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“I’m s-sorry, sir,” the man stammered, tears streaming down his face.
Walter, boiling inside, forced a smile. “Ah, no worries! It’s just clothes, nothing more. You can get more food at the counter; I’ll pay,” he offered, leading the man to the counter while vigorously typing on his phone, trying to send a quick message to his friend.
Ava watched from a distance and was proud of Walter’s kindness. “He’s the man I thought he was,” she said to Hillary, who wasn’t entirely convinced.
Soon, Walter stepped outside, walking side by side with the beggar, who walked beside him with a smile. They had just rounded a corner when he grabbed the man’s shirt and whispered harshly in his ears. “Say a word of this to Ava, and you’ll regret it,” he warned, tossing his hot coffee at the man before walking away.
Meanwhile, Ava dropped him the text, thinking she was a fool to doubt him. “See, I told you he’s a nice guy,” she told Hillary.
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Walter scowled as he read her message and drove home. He knew Ava suspected something. In desperation, he called Brandon, his trusted friend, for advice.
Meanwhile, Joe, the actor hired by Ava to test Walter, brushed off his coffee-soaked clothes. Feeling the soreness on his neck from Walter’s grip, he skipped contacting his client and headed home.
At Walter’s house, the atmosphere was tense. “She knows!” Walter yelled.
“Calm down. What does she know exactly?” Brandon inquired, pouring wine for his friend.
Walter explained Ava’s test and his fear of her suspicions.
“Spend more money on those charity galas she likes. There’s barely a week to the wedding, and all you have to do is persevere until then,” Brandon instructed him, and Walter listened with rapt attention.
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That night, after Ava got home, she spent hours talking to Walter on the phone, convinced that he was the only person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
“I love you, too,” she whispered into the phone after saying her goodbyes before hanging up.
Two days before the wedding, Ava went alone to pick up her dress. Unexpectedly, a woman blocked her path. “You’re Ava, right? The one marrying Walter?” the woman asked bluntly.
“Yes, I am. I love him,” Ava replied, assuming the woman was one of Walter’s exes.
“Don’t marry him. He’s not who you think he is,” the woman warned gravely before leaving.
Ava went after her, but the woman got into her car and drove away.
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Puzzled and concerned, Ava could only wonder about the woman’s motives as she picked up her wedding dress. She decided to call Joe, the actor she had hired to test Walter, for any insights.
She had paid him for his work but hadn’t heard from him ever since his act at the cafe. She didn’t think much about it then because she was convinced Walter was really a kind and caring man. Joe didn’t answer her first calls, and when he finally did, he urgently warned her to stay away from Walter before abruptly hanging up.
Confused and alarmed, Ava pondered Joe’s reaction and decided to test Walter herself, this time without any intermediaries. She planned to disguise herself as a homeless person and approach Walter to see his true character.
Dressed in old, smelly clothes and a dirty scarf, Ava waited for Walter at a fancy restaurant where they were supposed to meet. She approached him in the parking lot, asking for help in her beggar disguise.
Remembering Brandon’s advice to maintain a good public image, Walter reluctantly gave her some money and walked away.
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Seeing his ‘kindness,’ Ava couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for not trusting him. Entering the restaurant, she instantly headed straight towards him, trying to grab his arm as she called his name.
“Wal—” she began, but the words had barely left her mouth when she felt a brutal, stinging force against her face.
Walter slapped her.
“I-I’m a woman,” Ava stuttered in shock, not knowing what else to say as she watched Walter glare at her with hostile and unfamiliar eyes.
“You stinking witch! The only reason I didn’t slap you before was that we were in public. How dare you follow me!” Walter yelled. “You poverty-stricken set of beggars, I hate your kind the most!”
Walter had been holding in his emotions for a while, and seeing the utterly empty restaurant felt like a grand opportunity to take out his emotions on the beggar who DARED to almost touch him.
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“I’ve been going around with a kind look just because I’m trying to get a woman to marry me, and you think you can take advantage of that? Get out, or I’ll slap you again!” Walter continued yelling, and Ava could tell that he meant every word.
Touching her face, she felt it burn as her eyes stung from both the pain and the realization that Walter was nothing like the man she fell in love with.
As he demanded security to remove her, Ava removed her disguise, revealing her true identity.
“It’s me, Ava,” she finally said, her heart breaking.
His face turned pale. “A-Ava? How could you deceive me like this? Was this all a trap, a test? I thought you loved me. I thought you trusted me,” he stammered, trying to turn things around.
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But Ava just shook her head and smirked.
“The wedding is off, loser!” she declared before leaving.
Months later, Ava’s parents arranged another match for her. She met Brandon, a seemingly calm and gentlemanly figure.
“My name is Brandon. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about me!” He greeted her with a charming smile.
I guess looks can be highly deceiving, Ava thought. Through the private investigator Ava had hired, she knew this man was more deadly than Walter. She smiled at him, deciding to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.
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