When my wife’s 37th birthday clashed with my best friend’s wedding, I chose the wedding, thinking birthdays come every year. She smiled and said nothing. But halfway through the reception, a chilling text arrived: “Your wife is dead.” My world froze. I rushed home, my heart pounding, only to find our house lit up — and filled with laughter. There she was, alive and glowing, shouting “Surprise!” as confetti rained down.
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