It was my husband Mark’s birthday, and everything had been perfect. We spent the whole day enjoying each other’s company, laughing over breakfast, watching old movies, and just soaking in the quiet joy of being together. That evening, we had plans for a nice dinner at our favorite restaurant, and I had even ordered a custom cake to surprise him.

Then, just as we were about to leave, there was a knock at the door.

I wasn’t expecting anyone.

Curious, I opened the door—only to find no one there. Just a small, neatly wrapped gift box sitting on our doorstep.

Frowning, I picked it up and brought it inside.

Mark, still in high spirits, grinned. “Someone left me a surprise?”

He unwrapped the box eagerly, but the moment he lifted the lid, his smile vanished.

Inside was a pregnancy test.

A used one.

I blinked, my mind struggling to process what I was looking at. Slowly, I picked it up, turning it over in my hand. The faint plus sign on the stick sent a chill through me.

I glanced at Mark, expecting him to look just as confused as I was. But instead, his face had gone completely pale. His jaw clenched. His hands balled into fists.

“Mark?” My voice came out quieter than I intended.

He didn’t answer.

I looked back into the box, searching for anything that could explain this bizarre situation. That’s when I noticed a small folded note tucked under the test.

With shaky fingers, I pulled it out and opened it.

**”Happy birthday, Daddy. Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”**

My stomach dropped.

I looked up at my husband. “Mark… What is this?”

His mouth opened, but no words came out.

Then, his phone buzzed on the table. The screen lit up with a message from an unknown number.

**“I hope she liked the gift. See you soon.”**