Just weeks before our wedding, I received a small, unexpected package — from my fiancé’s ex-wife. The box was addressed only to me, which already felt strange. Inside were two antique silver spoons and a handwritten note that read:
“These belonged to his late grandmother. They’re a family tradition — meant to be placed on the table at Christmas dinner as symbols of unity. I never used them. You’ll understand later.”
Creepy, right? I laughed it off, assumed she was being passive-aggressive, and tucked them away. I never mentioned it to my fiancé.
Fast forward — we got married, life was great, and when Christmas came, I decided to use the spoons just for fun. The table was set for two, candles lit, food ready. Then my husband called — emergency at work, couldn’t make it home. “Life or death,” he said.
I stared at those spoons glinting under the lights, both untouched. Suddenly, her note made sense. Maybe she wasn’t warning me out of spite… maybe she was just passing on the truth — that I’d soon understand the kind of man he really was.
