While on the Beach with My Husband, a Woman Ran Up, Knelt, and Said His Name

Just as John and I were enjoying our anniversary bliss on the beach, a woman in a swimsuit approached him, bent down, and spoke his name. My heart has stopped. Who was she, and what did she want from my husband? I had no idea that day would bring me to tears.

“JOHN… Please do not abandon me. John!” I shrieked, startled awake in an empty bed. My pulse raced as I realized I was having a nightmare. My name is Rosa, and I just had the worst dream ever. My husband John had left me in a tropical paradise, surrounded by turquoise waters and waving palm palms. As the morning sun shone through the curtains, I struggled to shake my unpleasant feeling.

“Rosa? Are you okay? John’s voice came from the hallway. He appeared at the doorway with a concerned expression on his face.

I breathed out a sigh of relief. “Yes, that was only a bad dream. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost nine. “I made coffee,” he added, smiling. “Oh, and happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

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My eyes expanded. How could I forget? It was our tenth wedding anniversary! I got out of bed and wrapped my arms around him. “Happy Anniversary, John! I can’t believe it’s already been ten years.

John’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes and extend your hands.

I did what he instructed and felt something light in my palms. I opened my eyes and saw two aircraft tickets.

“No way,” I exclaimed, reading the destination. “What about the Dominican Republic?” “Are you serious?”

John grinned. “Babe, pack your stuff. “We leave in three hours.”

I squealed with excitement and kissed his face. “This is wonderful, John! “I cannot believe you did this!”

“Better hurry,” he said, laughing. “You’ve got 20 minutes to pack before we need to hit the road.”

As I hurriedly packed clothes into a suitcase, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of shame. John had been really busy at work lately, and I hadn’t seen much of him. This trip was just what we needed to reconnect.

“Ready for our adventure?” John asked, leaning against the doorframe.

I zipped up my bag and smiled. “With you? Always.”

The flight to the Dominican Republic was a blur of excitement and anticipation. As we stepped off the plane, the warm tropical air enveloped us like a welcoming embrace.

“Oh my God, John, it’s beautiful!” I exclaimed, taking in the lush greenery and vibrant colors surrounding the airport.

John gripped my hand. “Just wait until you see where we’re staying.”

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A sleek black sedan was waiting to transport us to our resort. As we drove along the coast, I couldn’t take my gaze away from the brilliant turquoise water.

“I can’t believe you kept this a secret,” I exclaimed, turning to John. “How long have you been planning this?”

He offered me a sneaky smirk. “Let’s just say it wasn’t easy with all those late nights at the office.”

I felt a stab of regret when I realized how distant we’d been lately. “I apologize for being so preoccupied with my own issues. I understand your new project has been challenging.

John’s expression softened. “Hey, that is why we are here. No job, no distractions. “Just us.”

The automobile approached a gorgeous coastal resort. The palm trees waved in the breeze, and I could hear the calm lapping of waves on the shore.

“Welcome to paradise!” our driver said with a grin.

As we checked in, I couldn’t stop staring at the magnificent lobby. “John, this must have cost a fortune,” I murmured.

He simply winked at me. “Nothing but the best for my girl.”

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Our room was even more spectacular—a huge suite with a private balcony that overlooked the ocean. I strolled out onto the balcony and breathed in the salty air.

John approached behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “What do you think?” Was it worth the wait?

I turned in his arms, gazing up into his warm brown eyes. “It’s perfect.” “You are perfect.”