My breath caught, and I nearly dropped the box.
The words mocked me, taunting me in cruel, bold letters.
Before I could even process what I was seeing, my phone rang again.
It was Thomas.
My hands trembled as I answered. I wasn’t sure if I was angry, confused, or hurt.
“Anna, thank God! Did you get the delivery? Please tell me you got the cake,” his voice was frantic, almost panicked.
“Thomas… I got a cake,” I whispered, my voice barely steady. “And it says… it says ‘It’s Time to Get Divorced.’”
There was silence on the other end. Then, a strangled, half-choked laugh.
“No. Oh my God, no! That was not for you. That was for Sarah. My business partner, Sarah! Her husband just moved out, and I ordered a ‘joke’ cake for her.”
Relief flooded over me like a wave, but it was mixed with confusion.
Thomas continued, his tone now calmer but still urgent.
“I ordered two cakes from the same place, from the same courier company. One was for you—a classic red velvet that was supposed to say ‘Happy First Anniversary, My Love.’ The other was for Sarah, a chocolate one with the joke message. The courier must have mixed them up.”
I looked down at my dress, wondering how the night had spiraled so fast from perfect to bizarre.
“And… the emergency meeting?” I asked cautiously.
He laughed softly. “There’s no emergency meeting. I’m actually at the airport right now, about to get on a plane to Miami. I was going to surprise you with a long weekend trip. I booked a beautiful hotel on the beach. I had everything planned, Anna.”
My heart softened.
“I’m so sorry this happened. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Right now, I just have to figure out how to get back home before our flight so we can celebrate properly.”
I looked at the cake still sitting on the counter, the cruel message suddenly feeling absurdly funny. It was like a symbol of our first year—full of chaos, surprises, and a love strong enough to laugh at the unexpected.
“Don’t worry,” I said with a laugh finally breaking through my shock. “Just get home safely.”
About an hour later, Thomas burst through the front door, breathless and a little disheveled, clutching a small, pristine red velvet cake in his hands.
“The real one,” he said, barely able to catch his breath.
We placed it on the table beside the divorce cake, a comical contrast—one cake full of love, the other full of chaos.
We didn’t make it to Miami that night.
Instead, we stayed home, ordered our favorite takeout, and ate both cakes. The divorce cake became the centerpiece of the night—a hilarious reminder of how life doesn’t always go according to plan, but love can survive even the strangest twists.
We laughed until tears streamed down our faces, holding hands across the table, grateful for this imperfect, unforgettable anniversary.
Reflection
Looking back now, that night wasn’t just about a mix-up with a cake. It was a moment that tested us. It reminded me that relationships aren’t always smooth. They’re messy, unexpected, and sometimes painfully real.
But if you can face a cake saying “It’s Time to Get Divorced” and still find humor, love, and connection on the other side—that’s something rare.
Our love story doesn’t have just romantic moments.
It has ridiculous moments too.
And that’s what makes it beautiful.
