She thought it was just a bottle of cheap perfume — a careless token after ten years of marriage. But three weeks later, he was gone, and the scent she’d dismissed became the last trace of his presence. For months, she couldn’t bear to look at it. Then, while cleaning, it slipped from her hands and cracked open, revealing a hidden note inside. His handwriting. His love. His promise of a necklace he’d been saving for — and words that shattered her heart: “You are my forever gift.”
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