I thought I was doing something sweet.
Last Tuesday, I made Ben’s favorite lasagna, packed it up warm, and headed out to surprise him at work. With the kids finally at school and a free morning, it felt like the perfect little gesture—something small but meaningful. What husband doesn’t love a surprise lunch, right?
When I walked into his office, the receptionist looked confused. She glanced at the lasagna, then back at me.
“You’re here for Ben?” she asked hesitantly.
I smiled. “Yes. Is he free for a quick lunch?”
Her brows drew together. “Oh… Ben’s on vacation. Has been for the past two weeks.”
Her words hit me like ice water.
Vacation?
I blinked. “Sorry—he’s what?”
She gave a tight, polite smile. “Yeah. He requested time off starting last Monday.”Read More Below
