Margaret chose love over luxury when she married Daniel, even after her wealthy father disowned her. Their life together was modest, but love filled in where money lacked. Over the years, however, Daniel grew distant, often working late. Margaret’s mind turned toward suspicion, fearing an affair.
His scent was different, their connection strained, and conversation faded. Daniel claimed he was working night shifts for mail deliveries, yet no extra income appeared. Doubt filled Margaret’s heart, and she spent years quietly grieving a love she thought was lost. When Daniel died, his last words “I always loved you” felt painfully hollow.
Later, while cleaning out the garage with her granddaughter Anna, Margaret stumbled upon an old locked suitcase. Inside were bundles of cash and a journal. As she read the entries, the truth unraveled: Daniel had spent 12 years working grueling sewer night shifts to save money for her future.
The lilies she once hated were his attempt to mask the odor of his sacrifice. He had never been unfaithful just silent in his love. Tears streamed down Margaret’s face as she clutched the journal. “Oh Daniel,” she whispered, brokenhearted, “I’m so sorry I didn’t trust you.”