I Couldn’t Get Why My Husband Spends So Much Time in the Bathroom Until I Saw a Video in His Phone

When I knocked on the bathroom door and heard my husband’s strained voice, I knew something wasn’t right. But nothing could have prepared me for the real reason he’d been hiding behind that locked door for months.

I’ve always considered myself lucky. Liam and I have been married for 25 years, and for the most part, life has been… comfortable. We had our ups and downs, like any couple, but we were solid.

A loving couple having a conversation | Source: Midjourney

A loving couple having a conversation | Source: Midjourney

At least, that’s what I used to think. Lately, things have felt different. Not the obvious kind of different: no big fights or dramatic shifts, but small changes, the kind that make you second-guess your own instincts.

The strangest of all? Liam’s sudden obsession with the bathroom.

Liam’s never been the type to spend much time in there. If anything, I’ve always teased him for how quickly he could be in and out, joking that he was some kind of efficiency expert. But about six months ago, he started taking his time. Really taking his time.

A man looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror | Source: Midjourney

A man looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror | Source: Midjourney

It wasn’t just a few extra minutes; he’d disappear for hours. At first, I shrugged it off. “Maybe he’s just getting older,” I told myself. Everyone deserves a bit of alone time. I didn’t want to be one of those wives, nagging over every little thing.

But then the noises started.

One night, as I was folding laundry on the bed, I heard a dull thud. I paused, listening carefully. There it was again: this time, a low grunt, followed by what sounded like heavy breathing.

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A stunned woman standing in her room | Source: Midjourney

I stood up, hesitating in the hallway before knocking softly. “Liam?” I called through the door, trying to keep my tone casual. “Everything alright in there?”

There was a pause. “Yeah, just… taking my time,” he replied, his voice slightly strained.

I frowned but didn’t push further. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well? But days turned into weeks, and his bathroom sessions grew longer. He’d spend more time behind that locked door, and with each passing day, I found myself growing more and more uneasy.

A woman looks curious and concerned while sitting in her room | Source: Midjourney

A woman looks curious and concerned while sitting in her room | Source: Midjourney

It wasn’t just the time that bothered me; it was the secrecy. He had started locking the door every time, something he never used to do. When I casually asked him about it one morning over coffee, he shrugged it off with a nonchalant, “Can’t a guy have some privacy?”

I tried not to let it get to me, but curiosity gnawed at me, especially with the strange sounds. “Privacy for what exactly?” I muttered under my breath one night. That’s when I started to worry something more was going on.

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A man standing in the bathroom | Source: Midjourney

One evening, after yet another long, locked bathroom session, I couldn’t help myself anymore. “Liam, why are you always in there for so long?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

He looked at me, irritated. “Why do you always have to ask about it? I just… I can’t do it faster, okay?”

“Do what faster?” I asked, baffled.

“Just leave it alone, Naomi,” he snapped, storming back into the bathroom and locking the door behind him.

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A man sitting in a bathroom | Source: Midjourney

I tried to let it go, but every night, as I lay in bed listening to those strange noises coming from the bathroom, I felt my imagination running wild. Was he hiding something? Was he in trouble?

The thought of him keeping secrets from me, after all these years, made my stomach churn. I considered every possibility, even the worst ones: was he seeing someone else?

Then, everything changed one afternoon. Liam had locked himself in the bathroom again, and I was in the kitchen when his phone buzzed on the counter.

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A smartphone lying on a counter | Source: Midjourney

I glanced at it absentmindedly, expecting some work message or a news alert. But no: it was his mom, Meredith, calling.

“Liam, your mom’s calling!” I called out, tapping on the countertop impatiently.

There was a grunt from the bathroom. “Can you get it? I’m busy!” His voice was muffled, strained.

I hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone. “Hello, Meredith,” I said, trying to keep the conversation short. After a quick exchange about her upcoming doctor’s appointment, we hung up.

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

But just as I went to lock the phone, something caught my eye — an open video on the screen. The thumbnail showed it was recorded just an hour ago.

My heart raced. Before I could stop myself, I clicked play. And as the video started, I felt my breath catch in my throat.

There was Liam in the bathroom, wearing workout clothes, of all things… exercising? He was in the middle of doing push-ups, sweat dripping down his face, groaning with each rep.

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A man exercising in a bathroom | Source: Midjourney

Then he switched to sit-ups, breathing heavily, pushing himself like I’d never seen him do before.

My first reaction was relief. So that’s what had been going on in there? My imagination had gone to the darkest places, and here he was… doing some awkward yoga poses. I actually chuckled, a combination of amusement and disbelief bubbling up.

I marched down the hall, heart still racing, and knocked on the bathroom door, harder this time. “Liam! Open the door. We need to talk.”

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A woman looking at the closed bathroom door in her room | Source: Midjourney

There was silence on the other side, and I could almost feel his hesitation through the thick wood. “I’m, uh, kinda busy right now,” he finally muttered, his voice breathless.

I wasn’t having it. “Liam. Open. The. Door.”

I heard him shuffle around, and after a beat, the lock clicked. The door creaked open slowly, revealing my husband, flushed, sweaty, and holding a bright green resistance band in one hand. He stared at me, his eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

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A closeup of a green-colored resistance band lying on the floor | Source: Midjourney

“You saw the video, didn’t you?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. His shoulders slumped as he looked down at the floor.

I crossed my arms, trying to keep my voice calm. “Yeah, I saw it. What on earth is going on?”

Liam sighed deeply, running a hand through his damp hair. “I… I’ve put on weight,” he admitted, his voice heavy with embarrassment. “Nine kilos in the last few months, and I—I felt so ashamed. I thought you might… you know, notice.”

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A man looks embarrassed while sitting in his room | Source: Midjourney

“Notice what? That you gained a bit of weight? Liam, everyone puts on weight now and then. What does that have to do with locking yourself in the bathroom for hours?” I asked, genuinely confused but feeling a bit of my frustration melt away.

He groaned, rubbing his forehead like a child caught sneaking cookies before dinner. “I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he mumbled. “So I started working out… in secret. I hired this online coach and started doing these bathroom workouts so you wouldn’t… notice how out of shape I’d gotten.”

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A man using his phone in the bathroom | Source: Midjourney

I blinked, processing his words. “Wait. All this time, you were in here… working out? Not hiding something from me? Not cheating or… God knows what else I thought?” I could feel a mixture of exasperation and relief washing over me.

He nodded, still not meeting my eyes. “I didn’t want you to hear me struggling. It’s embarrassing, okay? I’d be grunting and breathing heavily, and I figured if you knew, you’d worry… or worse, think less of me.”

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A man breathing heavily and sweating during a bathroom workout session | Source: Midjourney

I stared at him, then burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it. The sheer absurdity of it all: the hours spent worrying, the secretive looks, the locked doors; all because he was too shy to admit he was working out.

“Liam, you absolute idiot!” I laughed, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. “You could’ve just told me. You know I’d support you no matter what!”

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A woman laughing | Source: Midjourney

Liam looked up at me, a sheepish smile starting to break through his embarrassment. “I didn’t want to worry you. I know how much you’ve been dealing with lately: work, my mom’s health, everything. I didn’t want to add to that.”

I shook my head, the last bit of tension fading as I took a step toward him. “Worry me? Liam, you DID worry me. You were acting so strange. My imagination was running wild! I thought you were keeping something serious from me…”

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An extremely worried woman | Source: Midjourney

He winced, clearly feeling guilty. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I just — I’ve been feeling bad about myself. And I didn’t want to burden you with that.”

I softened, reaching out to touch his arm. “Liam, we’ve been married 25 years. You don’t have to hide anything from me, especially not this.” I paused, trying to read his face.

“You’re still the same man I married, whether you’ve put on a few kilos or not. Besides, it’s not like I’ve stayed the same size either,” I added with a smirk, patting my belly for emphasis.

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A woman smirks while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

Liam finally cracked a real smile. “I guess I’ve been a bit ridiculous, huh?”

“Just a little,” I teased, raising an eyebrow. “Next time, instead of locking yourself away, how about we go on a run together? Or, I don’t know, maybe let me in on your secret workout routine?”

He chuckled, the tension fully broken now. “You and me? Doing yoga together?” he joked, his eyes twinkling for the first time in weeks.

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A man chuckles while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

“Why not? I could use a little stretching,” I said with a grin, then sighed, suddenly feeling exhausted by the emotional rollercoaster of the last few weeks. “But seriously, Liam, no more secrets. Please. You can tell me anything, even if it’s about something like this.”

Liam nodded, looking down at his feet before glancing back up at me. “I will. I promise.”

We stood there for a moment, the air between us lighter now, as if a weight had been lifted. I hadn’t realized how much this situation had weighed on me until it was gone.

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A loving couple | Source: Midjourney

Finally, I smiled, shaking my head at him again. “All this time, and it was just you doing push-ups in here?”

Liam laughed, tossing the resistance band aside. “Yeah, and pretty badly, too.”

We both laughed, the sound filling the small bathroom. It was ridiculous, yes, but also a reminder. Sometimes, the things we’re most afraid to admit — the things we think will push people away — are the very things that make us closer.

I squeezed his hand and said softly, “Next time, just let me in, okay?”

“Okay,” he whispered, pulling me into a hug.

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A couple hugging | Source: Midjourney

And in that moment, it was like everything fell back into place.

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

3 Stories of Parents’ First Encounters with Their Children’s Partners That Took Unexpected Turns

Meeting your child’s significant other can be nerve-wracking, but for these parents, the first encounters took unexpected and shocking turns. From hidden secrets to surprising revelations, these stories prove that family ties are sometimes tested in the most unbelievable ways.

Every parent hopes their child finds happiness, but what happens when meeting their partner brings more questions than answers? Scroll down to read three stories where things took an unexpected turn the day these parents met their children’s significant others.

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

1. My Only Daughter Terrified Me When She Revealed the Rare Habit Her Boyfriend Had

After our Sunday dinner, my daughter Susan brought the last dishes to the sink. She had this look on her face that signaled something important was coming.

“Mom,” she began, “you know I’ve been seeing someone new, right?”

“Yes!” I replied. “What about him?”

Susan rarely shared much about her relationships. At 24, she kept her love life close to her chest, so I was always ready to listen when she did open up.

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A smiling young woman | Source: Pexels

“His name’s Jack,” she said. “He’s quirky, and maybe it’s because of the age difference, but he has this strange habit.”

“Oh?” I asked, curious.

“He only eats the top of the muffin! Says it’s the best part,” she giggled.

My hands froze, the plate slipping from my grasp and shattering on the floor. That habit was too familiar.

“Mom! Are you okay?” Susan rushed to clean up the broken pieces.

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A broken plate on the floor | Source: Pexels

“I’m fine, sweetheart,” I said, though my mind was spinning.

The memory of my Jack and his habit of eating just the muffin tops flooded back. Could it really be the same person?

Later that night, I lay in bed, thinking about him.

Jack was the man who had once been the center of my world. We parted ways years ago when life pulled us in different directions. He went abroad to study, while I stayed behind to care for my father.

Eventually, I married Phil and had Susan. However, my marriage with Phil ended in divorce a few years later.

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A woman taking her ring off | Source: Pexels

At that point, Jack was still in my heart.

Could Susan’s Jack be the same Jack? I thought, but I was too afraid to ask my daughter.

Months passed, and every time Susan mentioned Jack, the unease grew. I avoided meeting him because I was too terrified to confront the possibility.

Then came the day Susan called me.

“Mom, Jack proposed!” she exclaimed. “We’re getting married!”

A few minutes later, she sent a photo of her ring, and it was beautiful. But Jack wasn’t in sight.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Midjourney

As Susan prepared for the wedding, she often asked if she could come to my place with Jack. I came up with a new excuse every time, trying my best to avoid meeting him.

However, as the wedding day approached, I couldn’t avoid meeting him any longer.

I prepared myself for the worst at my daughter’s wedding.

As I stepped inside the venue, my gaze landed on the groom.

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A groom | Source: Midjourney

“Thank God,” I whispered to myself.

The man standing next to my daughter wasn’t my Jack. Feeling relaxed, I began talking to the guests.

A few minutes later, I heard a voice behind me.

“Elizabeth?”

I turned, and there he was. My Jack, standing with his son, Susan’s fiancé.

The world seemed to stop as we locked eyes. He looked as stunned as I felt.

A man at his son's wedding | Source: Midjourney

A man at his son’s wedding | Source: Midjourney

“Susan’s your daughter? I had no idea!” Jack exclaimed.

We spoke briefly during the reception, catching up on the years that had passed. He had lived a life parallel to mine.

He got married, parted ways with his wife, and now had children who meant everything to him.

I felt so happy watching Susan walk down the aisle that day. This was her moment, her future, and the love in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.

Later, as Jack handed me a glass of champagne, he said softly, “I came back for you, but you were gone.”

“I had to leave after my father passed,” I whispered.

A woman talking to a man | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to a man | Source: Midjourney

“I’m sorry,” he said, and I knew he meant it.

While dancing with Susan that night, I realized this wasn’t just her new beginning. It was a moment of healing for me too.

Jack and I had come full circle, but this time, it wasn’t about us. It was about my daughter’s happiness and that was all that mattered.

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A bride and groom holding hands | Source: Pexels

2. Woman Humiliated Me at a Restaurant, but the Next Day, She Appeared at My Door as My DIL

I’ve always lived simply, saving everything for my son, John. I raised him alone, and now he is a hardworking business owner.

One day, I decided to visit his new restaurant to surprise him. I wore my usual modest clothes and took a bus.

Upon reaching there, I walked in and found a quiet table by the window. The waiter greeted me, and I asked him to bring me a cup of tea.

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A waiter in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

As I waited, a young woman dressed in designer clothes approached me with a smug expression.

“Excuse me,” she said condescendingly, “This table is reserved for my boyfriend and me. You’ll have to move.”

I was startled. “Oh, I didn’t realize. There wasn’t a reservation sign.”

“Doesn’t matter. This table is for someone dressed more… appropriately. You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself.”

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A woman in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Her words made me angry, but I didn’t want to cause a scene. I quietly gathered my things and left without even meeting John.

I felt extremely humiliated but didn’t tell my son about it because I thought that would spoil our meeting the next day.

Little did I know that things would only get worse.

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A woman going home | Source: Midjourney

The following day, I was preparing lunch at home, eager to meet John’s girlfriend. I was so excited when the doorbell rang, but it immediately faded away when I opened the door.

The same woman who had humiliated me at the restaurant was now standing on my doorstep. She was John’s girlfriend.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she recognized me, but then she just smiled. She pretended like she was meeting me for the first time.

“Mom, meet Sarah,” John said.

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A close-up shot of a man smiling | Source: Midjourney

“Hi, Sarah,” I said, forcing a smile. “Please come in.”

As we sat down to eat, John began talking about their plans. Then, he dropped a bombshell.

“Mom, Sarah has a great idea. She wants to buy a café, and we were hoping you could lend us some money to help get it started.”

“A café?” I asked, looking at her with wide eyes. “That’s a lot of money, John.”

Before John could respond, Sarah stood abruptly and excused herself to use the restroom.

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

I immediately turned to John once she left. “Are you sure about this? I don’t trust her, John. She treated me poorly yesterday at your restaurant.”

“What are you talking about?” John asked, confused.

Then, I told him everything that happened yesterday.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Before I could say more, Sarah returned and sensed the tension.

“What’s going on?” she asked sweetly.

“Mom says she won’t give us the money,” John replied, clearly upset.

Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “Why not?”

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A close-up shot of a woman’s face | Source: Midjourney

“I don’t trust you, Sarah,” I said. “You treated me terribly yesterday at the restaurant.”

She feigned innocence at first, but when that didn’t work, her tone changed.

“If your mom doesn’t accept me, our relationship is over,” she spat, turning around to leave.

I thought my son would stay back, but he didn’t. He stood up, held her hand, and left me alone.

At that point, I knew Sarah wasn’t the right woman for John. I felt helpless because I couldn’t do anything to make him realize that.

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An older woman crying | Source: Pexels

A month later, I received an invitation to the café’s opening. John told me he had arranged the money for Sarah through a few friends.

“I’ll be there, sweetheart,” I told John as a plan brewed in my mind. “I’ll definitely be there.”

On the day of the opening, I wore my best dress and took a bus to the café.

“Mom! How are you?” John greeted me at the entrance. “Come in, the celebrations are about to begin.”

I smiled and made my way inside.

A few minutes later, I asked Sarah to step out with me for a short conversation. Before leaving, I discreetly nodded to the bartender, signaling to set my plan into motion.

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A bartender | Source: Pexels

“So, Sarah, I’m curious about your plans for the café. How do you see its future?” I asked casually.

Sarah smiled, confident in her victory. “Oh, it’s going to be a great success. I’ve got big plans.”

“Really? And what about the money John arranged for you? How are you planning to use it?”

I quietly watched as she rolled her eyes.

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A young woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, that? It’ll help with the expansion and a few personal investments,” she said before looking around to ensure we were alone. “You see, I need John only for the financial benefits. Love is nice, but security is better.”

I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Your son loves me so much. He’s never gonna realize he’s being manipulated. And we all saw how he refused to believe you the other day,” she chuckled.

After a few more minutes of her revealing her true intentions, I decided it was time to return inside.

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A woman in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

Everyone was silent when we stepped inside.

“What’s up, babe?” Sarah asked, but John just looked at her with wide eyes.

“Mom was right about you,” he said. “I heard everything you said outside.”

Sarah had no idea I had connected my phone to the Bluetooth speaker in the café, and everyone had heard our conversation. Everyone in the room knew Sarah didn’t love John.

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An upset man | Source: Midjourney

“John, it’s not what you think!” she pleaded, but it was too late.

John, humiliated and heartbroken, ended their relationship. He later apologized to me over a quiet dinner.

3. I Met My Fiancé’s Parents, Only to Find Another Woman Posing as Me at Dinner

I’ll never forget the first time Mark and I met. It wasn’t love at first sight or any kind of sight, actually. We worked at the same company for three years without ever crossing paths. But one day, Mark emailed me about a sales issue, and that’s how it all began.

He called me to discuss the email, and soon our work-related conversations turned into something else. I found myself looking forward to his calls.

Eventually, he asked me out on a date.

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A man texting on his phone | Source: Pexels

“Are you sure, Mark? I might not be what you expect,” I told him.

After all, I wasn’t the slim, polished woman someone like Mark might typically go for.

“Anna,” he said, “I love tea, and you’re my cup of tea.”

I laughed and agreed to the date.

When we finally met in person, I could see the surprise in Mark’s eyes. I wasn’t blind. I knew I was plus-size, and that wasn’t always what people expected.

But by the end of that lunch, we had hit it off. I thought we were perfect together.

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A couple holding hands on a date | Source: Pexels

Six months later, Mark proposed. It was a dream come true, but something always felt off.

He kept me away from his friends and family, and I could tell he was embarrassed about my size.

Still, I thought love could overcome anything. I didn’t know how wrong I was.

One day, Mark’s parents were hosting their 40th wedding anniversary. He told me we’d drive up to Connecticut and spend the weekend with them.

I was excited to finally meet his family.

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A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

But then, just two days before the event, Mark called with some bad news.

“I’m flying to Colorado for a work emergency,” he said. “I’ll meet you in Connecticut on Saturday, but you can’t come with me.”

I was disappointed, but I wanted to surprise him. So, I decided to deliver the anniversary gift to his parents myself. Wrong decision.

I knocked on the door, and an older woman answered a few minutes later.

“Yes?” she asked with a smile.

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A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

“Hi, I’m Anna, Mark’s fiancée,” I introduced myself. “This is an anniversary gift for his parents.”

Her smile vanished.

“Is this a joke?” she asked, stunned. “Mark’s fiancée is inside having dinner with us right now.”

Confused and horrified, I pushed past her and into the dining room. There, sitting next to Mark, was a beautiful, slim woman clinging to his arm.

“Mark! What’s going on?” I demanded.

I still remember the look on his face.

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A man in his house | Source: Midjourney

“Anna, this isn’t what you think. She’s an actress. I—”

“I don’t understand,” I cut him off. “If you didn’t love me, why did you propose?”

“I do love you!” he insisted. “I just… I was afraid. You know, you’re so… big.”

His words broke my heart. I immediately took off my engagement ring and placed it on the table.

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t be ashamed of me,” I said quietly and walked out.

Mark tried calling me for days, but I didn’t pick up. I couldn’t. I was heartbroken. How could someone who claimed to love me be so ashamed of who I was?

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A man using his phone | Source: Pexels

A few days later, I arrived at work and saw a crowd gathered outside the building. Everyone was pointing at a huge billboard across the street. I gasped when I saw it.

There was a picture of Mark and me with the words, “I LOVE ANNA AND I WANT TO MARRY HER!”

Before I could process it, Mark appeared, dropping to one knee.

“Anna, I’m an idiot,” he said. “But I love you. Please marry me.”

I stood there for a moment as tears streamed down my cheeks.

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A woman standing outdoors | Source: Midjourney

“You ARE an idiot,” I finally said. “But I still love you.”

Now, we’re planning our winter wedding in Connecticut. I never thought I’d forgive him, but love, it turns out, is bigger than any fear.

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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