My Husband's Other Life
On my 30th birthday, my husband, Miles Harrington, was out of town on a business trip.
To make it up to me, he had a cake delivered.
What arrived at my door was a Superman cake that looked like it belonged at a three-year-old's birthday party.
I was about to call him when my phone rang.
"Honey, you're not gonna believe this. That bakery messed up my order and sent you the wrong cake."
I didn't think much of it. Instead, I posted the story on my social media account as a funny little birthday mishap.
Comments started pouring in almost immediately.
[Was it really the bakery's mistake, or does your husband have a kid somewhere?]
I laughed it off.
Miles and I had been together since college. We dated, got married, and built a life together. Other than not having children, we were the kind of couple people envied.
But as the post gained traction and the comments kept coming, I decided maybe it was time to delete it.
Before I could, I got a direct message from the bakery.
[Hi there. I wanted to clarify, the delivery driver didn't mix up the orders. Mr. Harrington bought two cakes. He accidentally swapped the delivery addresses.]