My wife was an avid gardener. That was until she buried my lover alive.

I’m ashamed. I’ve been married for 6 years, but I have been having an affair for 11 months. This was my first mistake. Never would I ever suggest she was to blame for my horrible decisions, and I did not mean to imply it.<br><br>I love my wife. That’s why I could never end the marriage even after my attraction waned years ago. I do not want to imply there is anything wrong with her. She is the kindest woman I have ever met. That’s why I have found myself so utterly dumbfounded with the events that unfolded.<br><br>We bought a ranch style house together that had a pretty big backyard. It was basically a blank slate. Dirt and dead weeds everywhere. Well, she was an avid gardener. This was an opportunity for her to express herself. I would spend hours watching her out there working the flowers and grass. It was beautiful.<br><br>She preferred spending time alone in the garden, and was often upset if I interrupted. I only did it to bring food, water, and fruits (her favorite). She would stare at me with strange looks when I did, but I chalked it up to her being in the zone.<br><br>When my lover, Sarah, came into the picture, it was nothing more than a regular booty call. We met at a bar and had sex that night. The first few times we got together, we just had sex and parted ways. I knew she wanted more. I never intended on actually being in a relationship with her. I wanted to keep it physical. But she was smart. She started bringing me fruits (my weakness) and that broke the dam.<br><br>I confronted my wife. I confessed. I told her everything and was prepared for a nasty divorce. But she just smiled and told me she understood. It didn’t seem like she was being sarcastic. Her smile seemed genuinely happy. She told me she was in love with me too, and that she would never stand in the way of my happiness. This seemed strange. But I was too happy at the possibility of not being divorced to question it. I assumed she was just happy that I gave her an easy out to divorce me, but she never filed.<br><br>Sarah was over the moon with happiness. But I kept having this feeling that my wife knew what was going on. It was weird because she always knew where Sarah was. One day Sarah went to the beach. My wife made some comments about the wind that day and how it ruined her hair. How did she know there was wind at the beach? One day Sarah went camping with her friends. My wife made a comment about how she hated the food at that camp site.<br><br>Sarah didn’t like it and told me she thought my wife was crazy. But I thought she was just being paranoid and playing on my emotions. She was actually right.<br><br>Things took a turn for the worse one day when I was leaving for work. As I walked out the door, my wife told me to tell Sarah that the flowers were blooming and to come and see them.<br><br>I was confused and asked her what she meant. She repeated herself, and then I got in my car and left for work.<br><br>When I got home, Sarah was in the house. She was upset and told me that my wife knows about us and has been following her. She told me what my wife said, and that she took it as a threat.<br><br>I was in shock. I had no idea my wife knew where Sarah was. I never told her (to my knowledge).<br><br>I confronted my wife and she burst into tears. I had never seen her cry before (and have not seen it since). She looked into my eyes and said she would do anything to save our marriage. I didn’t know what to say. I felt like I was killing her. I loved her so much and I never intended on causing her pain.<br><br>She begged me to stay with her. In a moment of weakness, I told her I would stop seeing Sarah. She smiled through her tears. But as she wiped the tears from her eyes, she repeated herself. “Tell Sarah the flowers are blooming. Come and see them”. There was something about her tone that sent chills down my spine.<br><br>Of course, I broke my promise. I couldn’t leave Sarah. I found myself falling more in love with her as time went on. I knew I had to end the marriage, but I didn’t know how. I couldn’t do it. I kept picturing my wife crying.<br><br>But Sarah was getting impatient. She told me it was time I ended it or she would. I reluctantly agreed. It took everything out of me to tell my wife she wasn’t the one for me. I expected her to cry again, but she didn’t. She simply smiled and said she understood.<br><br>I was so confused. I didn’t know what to make of it. Was she being genuinely nice? Or sarcastic? I didn’t care, I was too happy to have finally been honest and was finally planning on starting my life with Sarah.<br><br>Two days later, I came home from work to find my wife dead in the bathtub. The water was cold and filled with blood. There was a note on the bed. It was an obituary. She was dead. She killed herself. It hurt so much. I cried.<br><br>But then I read the next sentence. “I will always love you. I will always protect you. The garden is blooming. Go and see it.”<br><br>I didn’t know what to make of it. I was very confused. But something about those words sent chills down my spine. It didn’t seem like something a dead person would say. I finally understood my wife’s personality. She wasn’t being sarcastic or nice. She was being serious, and that’s what made her seemingly kind words so terrifying.<br><br>I don’t know how she knew, but she did. I came home from the funeral to find Sarah missing. She was supposed to pick me up, but she never showed. I tried calling her. No answer. I drove to her house. No Sarah. It continued like this for days.<br><br>I was in a panic. I didn’t know what was going on. I finally decided to go to her parent’s house (she never took me there, as I was married). Her mom answered the door with a confused look. She told me she hadn’t seen Sarah in weeks.<br><br>I went back home and cried. I didn’t know what to do. I decided to go to the authorities. They said there was no report of Sarah missing. They told me to report it to her local police station. I did, and they also told me there was no report of her missing, but they would look for her.<br><br>I was confused and heartbroken. I finally lost myself. I was pounding on the desk screaming at them to find her. I was belligerent. They arrested me for disorderly conduct. I spent the night in jail. When I got out, I received a call from Sarah’s mom. She had received a call from Sarah. She told her mom that she was happy with me. They talked for a few minutes. When Sarah’s mom told me the news, I wanted to die. They talked for a few minutes. Sarah told her mom that she was happy, and that she was with me.<br><br>I went back home to my empty house. There was no Sarah. But on my bed, there was a picture of us with her obituary. “I will always love you. I will always protect you. The garden is blooming. Go and see it.”<br><br>I knew what I had to do at this point. I went to the police and showed them the obituary. I finally got their attention. They searched every inch of my house and property with a fine tooth comb. Nothing. No Sarah. And more obituary notes. I don’t know how they got them there.<br><br>I went back home and looked out the window at the garden. It was dead. But my wife was right. The flowers were blooming. They were red. I recognized them. They were Sarah’s favorite. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to go and see it.<br><br>I walked over to the garden, scanning the whole thing. There was nothing. But my wife was right. It was beautiful. I saw the red flowers. They were everywhere. But then I smelled something. It smelled like death. It smelled like my wife’s dead body.<br><br>I scanned the area where the smell was coming from. There was a new patch of garden. It was covered in the red flowers. I knew what was there. I dug it up. It was Sarah.<br><br>But she wasn’t dead. She was alive. She looked at me and told me to get her out of there. I did. I carried her inside. But as I looked back at the garden, I saw my wife.<br><br>She wasn’t dead. She was standing in the garden. Staring at us. I’m sitting here writing this now, with Sarah right next to me. We were going to call the authorities and tell them my wife was alive. But as I look out the window, I see her. She’s still in the garden.<br><br>She’s not my wife anymore. She’s something else. Something sinister. Something terrifying. <br><br>She’s watching us. I can feel it.<br><br>The garden is blooming. And my wife is not human anymore.