The perfume I carelessly threw away hid a secret that could have changed everything — but I found out too late

I could still feel the happiness of the moment when I bought it, and that night after dinner, I finally gave him with the watch. My heart was filled with joy when he smiled while looking at it. Then he took a small bag that was sitting by his chair and handed it to me. It was a plastic bottle of perfume, the type that is usually found at the very end of the supermarket counter.

For a brief moment, I failed to hide the spark of disappointment. I told myself not to mind, that gifts were not what counted, but at the same time, I was sad because I expected more from him. It wasn’t the fragrance that was the issue, but rather his lack of effort.

Anyway, I smiled, said thank you, and gave him a kiss.