That $30 cake destroyed my marriage — my husband collapsed in the middle of his birthday party

“For you,” he said, handing me the box, which was surprisingly heavy.

“Oh, I didn’t order that,” I whispered more to myself than to him as I signed for the package. I assumed it was a surprise from a friend or family member of Tom’s. Busy as I was, I quickly thanked him and put the box on the kitchen counter to take care of it later.

As the party filled up, Tom was the center of attention, laughing and patting his friends on the shoulder. He always had that charm that made everyone feel welcome. Her parents, Jane and Michael, brought a homemade cake with a big smile.