I decided to support my husband in a special way. Every week, he visited his parents’ house…

I brought groceries to my in-laws to support my husband—then froze as I saw what was at the house…

I decided to support my husband. Every week, he would drive to his parents’ house to help with chores and bring them my homemade preserves. One day, I wanted to surprise them and deliver the food myself without telling anyone.

As I approached the house, I froze when I saw Anna Loved Order. In this predictability, she found comfort, a quiet haven where she could shelter from the storms of the outside world. Her apartment, with bookshelves lined with literary classics and the scent of freshly baked bread, was a reflection of her love for harmony and structure.

She taught literature at the university, immersing herself in the worlds of Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky, finding answers to life’s eternal questions in their works. Igor, her husband, was her complete opposite. An engineer, a man of precise sciences, he lived in a world of blueprints and calculations.

But this difference didn’t divide them. Rather, it complemented them. Anna valued his reliability, his ability to solve problems, and his quiet but sincere care.

Igor, in turn, admired her erudition, her refined sense of beauty, and her ability to find joy in simple things. Every Sunday, Igor would drive to his parents’ village. It was an unspoken ritual, a part of their shared life.

He helped with household tasks, fixed fences, and tended the garden. Anna always packed him a bag of food, jars of homemade pickles, soup, cutlets, and pies. She knew Igor’s parents loved her cooking, and it brought her joy to do something kind for them.

Igor would return in the evening, a bit tired but content. He’d tell her about his parents, village gossip, and the weather. Anna listened, nodded, and asked questions.

These Sunday trips were like a small journey to another world for them, a world of silence, peace, and simple pleasures. Anna observed her husband. Lately, he seemed preoccupied.

It wasn’t that he was less attentive to her. No, he still brought her coffee in the morning, asked about her day, and read her poetry before bed. But there was a shadow in his eyes, something unspoken.

He often stared out the window, as if waiting for something or someone. She attributed it to exhaustion or stress from work. Igor was working on an important project, and she knew it drained him.

She tried to surround him with care and attention, hoping it would help him through his struggles. One Saturday morning, Anna woke up with an unusual feeling, a desire to surprise him. She decided to drive to his parents’ house alone, without warning…