My Husband Was Always Way Hotter than Me – Then I Found the Letter He Wrote Before Our Wedding

All those years wondering whether there had been a catch.

Judging by the look on my husband’s face, I was finally about to find out.

Luke stood in the doorway staring at the letter.

“Mia, baby.”

“What is this?”

He exhaled slowly.

Those were not the words I wanted to hear.

“You wrote that meeting me wasn’t an accident.”

“It wasn’t.”

My chest tightened.

“Was it a bet?”

His eyes widened.

“Did someone dare you to ask for my number?”

“No.”

“Was somebody watching?”

“Mia, no.”

“Then why did you pretend you’d never seen me before?”

He stepped closer, but I raised my hand.

Luke looked at the letter.

“Read the rest.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

He was silent for a moment.

Then, he sat down.

I waited.

“I was there with my mother.”

Of all the answers I had imagined, that was not one of them.

“Diane?”

“Yes.”

He nodded toward the letter.

I unfolded the next page.

Luke had described a busy Saturday morning at the bakery.

He and Diane were waiting for their order when an elderly woman ahead of me discovered she did not have enough money.

I remembered her.

She had searched through her purse while people behind her became impatient.

It had only been a few dollars.

I barely remembered doing it.

Luke did.

“You saw that?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“It was a few dollars.”