On Friday evening, Daniel dressed impeccably and asked Claire to go for a drive before their anniversary dinner, claiming he wanted to "look at a listing a colleague recommended." When he pulled up to the curb of 412 Oakridge Lane, Claire’s breath caught. Daniel turned off the ignition, turned to her, and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out the same manila folder she had agonized over for weeks.
"Happy seventh anniversary, Claire," Daniel said softly, his voice trembling with emotion as he handed it to her. "I know I’ve been distant and weird lately. I was trying to pull off the ultimate surprise."
Claire opened the folder with shaking hands. Inside wasn't a divorce filing or a secret bank account, but a deed transfer—placing 412 Oakridge Lane jointly in both of their names. "I tracked down the owners six months ago," Daniel explained, smiling nervously. "I sold our old house to fund the down payment for your dream home. You mentioned it once years ago, and I swore I’d get it for you."