I’ve always taken pride in cooking the perfect Thanksgiving turkey. So when my husband, Jake, announced that he’d be taking over the task this year, I was more than a little skeptical.
Jake’s confidence was endearing, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was in over his head. His “secret recipe” only added to my suspicions. What could he possibly have up his sleeve?
As the big day approached, Jake’s enthusiasm only grew. He spent hours in the kitchen, whipping up a storm. I tried to stay out of his way, but my curiosity got the better of me. What was he creating in there?
The moment of truth arrived, and Jake proudly presented his masterpiece. The turkey looked perfect, but the first bite told a different story. It was sweet, cloyingly so, like someone had poured an entire bag of sugar over it.
The room fell silent, with all eyes on Jake. His face turned bright red as he realized his mistake. I couldn’t help but feel a little smug. I had warned him, after all.
But as the day went on, I began to notice something strange. Jake seemed… off. He was distant, preoccupied, and kept glancing at his phone. I brushed it off as mere embarrassment, but the feeling lingered.
It wasn’t until later that night, when I stumbled upon a crumpled piece of paper in the kitchen, that the truth began to unravel. It was a recipe, handwritten and annotated. And at the bottom of the page, a name: Sarah.
Sarah, Jake’s ex-wife.
My mind reeled as I confronted Jake. Why had he gone to her for help? What was going on?
Jake’s explanation was weak, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something. The seeds of doubt had been planted, and I couldn’t help but wonder if our marriage was more fragile than I thought.
As the days went by, the tension between us only grew. Jake’s apologies seemed hollow, and I couldn’t help but feel like he was still keeping secrets.
The turkey may have been a disaster, but it was only the tip of the iceberg. Our marriage was facing a test, and I wasn’t sure if we’d come out unscathed.
What would you have done in my shoes?”
