My Beloved Wife Cheated 99 Times

My wife used to travel for work once a month, and she always brought me back a little something.

On her 99th trip, she came home with a single flower from Savannah.

Since you can't check flowers as luggage, she carried it in her hands the whole time—through two connecting flights—just to bring it home.

"Spring starts early down there," Sophia murmured, "I couldn't wait for you to see it."

But a minute before she walked through the door, a text popped up from an unknown number:

"Your wife went to Savannah with her boyfriend this month."