When a cake decorated with a shocking message arrives at her doorstep, Sienna’s world is turned upside down. She uncovers secrets about her husband’s past and brings danger to her doorstep when she tries to do the right thing.
It was a lazy afternoon, the kind where you could almost feel the weekend creeping in. I was alone at home, enjoying the calm before Fred came back from work.
Our cozy suburban house, with its sunlit kitchen and warm, welcoming vibes, had always been my little sanctuary. But today, that peace was about to shatter
I was expecting a couple of packages for Fred. He’d been ordering all sorts of things lately—new tools for the garage, a fancy coffee machine. The doorbell rang, and I bounced over to answer it, expecting yet another Amazon box.
Instead, a delivery guy handed me a cake box. Weird. Fred hadn’t mentioned ordering a cake.
Curiosity piqued, I opened the box right there in the hallway. Inside was a small, cheap-looking cake with sloppy, crimson icing that read, “Happy Anniversary, you cheater!”
cheater!”
My heart skipped a beat. What kind of sick joke was this?
I closed the box, my mind racing. Fred and I had only been married for a year. There was no one he could have an anniversary with, no one but me.
And I was absolutely certain he wasn’t a cheater. But then why the message? Who would do something like this?
I set the cake on the kitchen counter. It felt like it was a ticking time bomb. I couldn’t just ignore it. I needed answers.
So I did what any overthinking wife would do—I started searching for clues.
I went through Fred’s emails, which felt wrong but necessary. Nothing suspicious there. Next, I checked his pockets, feeling like a character in a bad soap opera. All I found were receipts and lint.
By the time Fred came home, I was a mess. His stuff was strewn across the kitchen, and I was sitting at the counter, staring at the cursed cake.
“Honey? What’s…” his voice trailed off when he saw the cake and all the blood drained from his face. His eyes flicked to the calendar on the wall, and I felt my heart breaking.
I grabbed a fork and took a bite of the cake, needing something, anything, to calm my nerves. The sugary sweetness barely registered as I steeled myself for the conversation ahead.
Fred rushed over to me, snatching the fork from my fingers and sweeping the cake off the table. “No! Spit it out! That cake could be poisoned.”
His words came out in a rush, almost tripping over each other. I spat out the cake immediately, my heart pounding.
“What?” I shrieked.
“It’s from my ex-wife,” Fred said, handing me a glass of water.
“What ex-wife? Fred, you need to explain yourself, right now.”
Fred ran a hand through his hair, looking more stressed than I’d ever seen him. “Her name’s Marsha. We… we were married before. It ended badly. She’s… she’s a bit unhinged.”