The morning my husband, Jack, stayed home “sick” for the first time in our 10-year marriage, I thought it was strange — but I didn’t question it. Jack never took a day off. Not for the flu, not for
injuries, not even when his mother passed away.While I wrangled our three kids for school, I told him to rest. But when I opened the front door, my whole world tilted. Standing on our porch was
a life-sized clay statue of Jack. Every detail was exact — the crooked nose from his basketball injury, the faint scar on his chin, even the little wrinkles near his eyes. My kids froze. My sonwhispered, “Mom… it’s Dad.”Jack came to the door, saw the statue, and went completely white. Without saying a word, he rushed out, grabbed it, and dragged it inside like it was something
dangerous. “Take the kids to school,” he muttered. As we left, my son slipped me a crumpled note he’d found under the statue: Jack, I’m returning the statue I made while believing you loved me.
Finding out you’ve been married nearly 10 years destroyed me. You owe me $10,000… or your wife sees every message.Sally By the time I returned home, Jack refused to talk. But later that day, I
