After I got pregnant, my husband started acting distant—late “work dinners,” nights out, and excuses that felt off. Then I found a note in his coat pocket that read, “I’ve had the time of my life.” My heart sank, and I assumed the worst.
Instead of confronting him, I followed him one evening. He drove to an outdoor venue, where I watched him set up DJ equipment and prepare for an event. I was confused and hurt—why all the secrecy?
When he came home, I told him everything. He laughed softly and explained the truth. For months, he’d been secretly DJing events to save money for a surprise: a custom rocking chair and baby cradle I loved but thought we couldn’t afford. The note was just a song request from a wedding guest.
I ended up crying—not from heartbreak, but from relief and love. While I feared betrayal, he was quietly doing everything he could to care for me and our baby.