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Violet I was practically buzzing with excitement as I drove home. I had just picked up my third-anniversary gift for my husband, Paul—a Camaro. He'd wanted this car for a long time. I'd caught him looking at it more times than I could count. Either scrolling through pictures on his phone or pulling up listings on his laptop. What Paul didn't know was that I'd spent the last year working a second job at night just so I could buy it for him. He thought I was putting the extra money away for when we eventually had children. We both knew kids were expensive, so he'd never questioned why I was working so much. I couldn't wait to see his face. I'd even bought one of those ridiculously huge bows to put on the hood. Pulling into our driveway, I looked at our little house and smiled. It wasn't anything fancy, and we'd eventually need something bigger if we had children, but it was ours. And I loved it. I climbed out of the Camaro, grabbed the giant bow from the trunk, and carefully placed it on the hood. Perfect. Paul had texted me earlier saying he wasn't feeling well and had left work early. I felt bad that he was sick, especially on our anniversary, but at least his present might brighten his day. I walked inside. The living room was quiet. "Paul?" Nothing. He'd probably gone to bed. I made my way toward the back of the house and quietly opened our bedroom door. I froze. My cousin Stella was tangled up with my husband in our bed. For several seconds, I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't even comprehend what I was seeing. Then something inside me snapped. "Yeah, I can see you're sick." My voice shook. "It must be terminal." Both of their heads whipped toward me. Stella scrambled off Paul with a startled shriek and grabbed the sheet. While Paul practically fell over himself trying to find his boxers. "Violet, baby, it's not what it looks like." I stared at him. "Oh, really?" My voice rose. "Because it looks like my cousin was
