I Sold Our Wedding House for a Villa
Language: en
"Darling, let's sell the house," my husband said. That day, he cooked four dishes and even opened a bottle of red wine. A bouquet of flowers, baby's breath—my favorite—sat on the table. I looked at him, feeling a little dazed. We'd been married for five years; the last time he bought me flowers was the day he proposed. "Sell it and get a bigger one, one with a yard," he poured me wine, smiling gently. "Haven't you always wanted to live in a villa?" I picked up my wine glass but didn't drink. "Okay," I said. He froze for a moment, probably not expecting me to agree so quickly. What he…