Claire never expected to arrive home to discover Adam and his ex-wife tearing up their perfect garden. Their desperate murmurs and soil-smeared palms revealed multiple truths. She saw Adam\u2019s flaws as she faced them.<\/p>\n
Men cheat with coworkers, neighbors, even exes, I\u2019ve heard. But I never thought I\u2019d have to wonder if my husband, Adam, was one of them.<\/p>\n
I always thought Adam was the sweetest, most trustworthy man I\u2019d encountered, the kind you trust completely.<\/p>\n
A common buddy introduced us two years ago. Just ended a five-year relationship that left me hollow and insecure. I wasn\u2019t seeking for somebody new after being emotionally hurt. Adam was like fresh air in a smoke-filled room.<\/p>\n
His patience and attention began with our first talk. He never looked at his phone or the clock while I talked about my day. I wondered, Is this real? Is this guy real?<\/p>\n
Getting the flu one night early on won me over. Adam brought a thermos of homemade chicken soup and a flash drive of my fave rom-coms to my flat.<\/p>\n
Everyone needs a little TLC while unwell, he replied with a modest, dimpled smile.<\/p>\n
Then I thought, This is the man I\u2019ve been waiting for.<\/p>\n
I loved Adam\u2019s nervous stammer when he was pressured or overwhelmed. I found it cute rather than embarrassing.<\/p>\n
About a month into dating, he brought me out for our one-month anniversary. I remember him excitedly telling me about a new accounting software his firm was trying at a posh Italian restaurant where he had reservations.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s gonna revolutionize how we handle client data,\u201d he added, waving his fork. In an instant, the fork fell into his plate and splattered red sauce on his shirt.<\/p>\n
A red flush covered his face. \u201cI\u2014I\u2019m s-so sorry,\u201d he mumbled, mortified. \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I stroked his hand and murmured, \u201cIt\u2019s okay. Besides, red suits you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remember that awkward, beautiful moment when we laughed.<\/p>\n
Adam began talking about his ex-wife, Vanessa, as we got closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe always wanted more,\u201d he added, shaking his head. More money, stuff, and image. I felt like nothing I did was enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
He told me about credit card debt, weekend getaway fights, and fancy handbag fights.<\/p>\n
He whispered, \u201cI was drowning,\u201d as we hugged on the couch. \u2018She continued pulling me deeper down.<\/p>\n
I wondered, How could somebody mistreat such a kind man?<\/p>\n
After that, I determined never to be Vanessa. I would love Adam for himself, not his gifts.<\/p>\n
Adam proposed a year into our relationship, and I accepted without hesitation. We had a simple, gorgeous wedding with passionate vows and a string-lit dance. Just us.<\/p>\n
Last Tuesday. I visited my mom out of town over the weekend. I went at the grocery store on my way home to surprise Adam with his favorite dinner, spinach lasagna with lots of cheese.<\/p>\n
However, the sight as I turned into our driveway made me brake hard.<\/p>\n
Two people were digging in my neatly kept flower garden in our front yard. Not just any pair.<\/p>\n
It was Adam. And Vanessa.<\/p>\n
vid<\/p>\n
I froze. Sitting in the car, engine running. I half-expected the vision to vanish when I massaged my eyes. Actually, it was them. Adam and his ex-wife, sleeves up, dirt on their hands, excavating a hole in my garden.<\/p>\n
What the hell happened?<\/p>\n
Got out of the car and marched over.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s up?\u201d I demanded, tight hands and angry voice.<\/p>\n
Adam\u2019s head snapped. The color left his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cC-C-Claire,\u201d he mumbled, dropping the shovel. \u201cYou\u2019re home early.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stammering. Only when nervous did he do that. My stomach flipped.<\/p>\n
Vanessa stood behind him, smugly removing dirt from her jeans like she owned the place.<\/p>\n
I crossed my arms, glared. Can you explain?<\/p>\n
Adam started to speak, but Vanessa interrupted.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh you didn\u2019t tell her?\u201d Turning to him, she said. \u201cReally? You didn\u2019t inform your wife about the time capsule?<\/p>\n
My head spun. \u201cTime capsule?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d she responded objectively. \u201cWe buried one in this garden ten years ago when we lived here. We always promised to return for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She showed a rusting metal box half-buried.<\/p>\n
Adam nodded meekly. \u201cWe thought it would be fun to see what we put inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
I blinked. \u201cSo you dug up my garden for your nostalgia trip?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI-I\u2019m sorry,\u201d Adam said hurriedly. \u201cI didn\u2019t think it would upset you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cYou didn\u2019t think.\u201d<\/p>\n
I ran inside the house on my heels. My chest felt tense with boiling wrath. I didn\u2019t know what hurt more\u2014the secret, the breach of trust, or Adam inviting his ex-wife without notifying me.<\/p>\n
I roamed the living room like a caged animal. The front door creaked ten minutes later.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire?\u201d Adam called softly. \u201cCan we talk?\u201d<\/p>\n
I entered the hall. They stood awkwardly with the muddy time capsule between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat to talk about?\u201d Asking with arms folded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe didn\u2019t mean to upset you,\u201d Vanessa added softly. \u201cWe buried this when we were younger and different people. We just wanted to look back. All done.\u201d<\/p>\n
I raised my hand. \u201cYou know? Fine. Remember all you want. Revisit memories. Do not expect me to participate.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pushed past them to the backyard. Hands shaking, heartbeat pounding in ears. I had to act.<\/p>\n
I kindled a fire in our ancient fire pit. From the shed, I arranged wood neatly and kindled the flame.<\/p>\n
They laughed weakly in the kitchen as the fire crackled, producing long orange shadows. They were going through the capsule.<\/p>\n
I shouted, \u201cWhy don\u2019t you bring that stuff out here?\u201d while I watched the fire. We can have a lovely bonfire.\u201d<\/p>\n
Few minutes later, they joined me in the yard. Adam set the package near me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is kinda cozy,\u201d he observed cautiously.<\/p>\n
I remained silent. I took several faded photos, handwritten notes, and a mix CD called \u201cOur Summer\u201d from the capsule.<\/p>\n
One instant, I held the memories. Without saying anything, I threw them in the flames.<\/p>\n
Claire\u2014what are you? Adam began but stopped when the paper\u2019s edges caught fire.<\/p>\n
Vanessa gasped. \u201cYou can\u2019t burn that!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d I said, observing the flames. Burnt bridges should remain burned. No, you think?<\/p>\n
Adam was dumbfounded. I faced him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe it\u2019s time to stop clinging to the past and build the life we should.\u201d<\/p>\n
We watched the time capsule turn to ash in quiet for a long time.<\/p>\n
Vanessa retreated. \u201cI think I should go,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
Adam and I let her go without a word.<\/p>\n
Adam glanced to me with guilty eyes as she left.<\/p>\n
Claire, I\u2019m sorry. I didn\u2019t mean to hurt. I just\u2026 I didn\u2019t know how to ask.\u201d<\/p>\n
Did you expect me to become mad? That I wouldn\u2019t grasp? Kindly, I requested.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was scared,\u201d he said. \u201cScared you\u2019d think I was holding onto her or that part of my life. I thought I could dig it up and get rid of it while you were away. But I erred. Big time.\u201d<\/p>\n
I lingered on him. Adam, you broke my trust. And that takes time to heal.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded. \u201cI know. I\u2019ll sleep on the couch.\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched the fire go down as he returned to the house.<\/p>\n
Garden destroyed. Overturned dirt, flowers damaged. Maybe that was a metaphor.<\/p>\n
Like us, the garden may have needed replanting.<\/p>\n
New dirt. New seeds. New beginning.<\/p>\n
Only time will tell if we can regenerate something honest and durable.<\/p>\n
I knew I would never look at Adam the same.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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