That evening was perfect – the ocean, a family dinner with Mark’s parents. I was pleasantly surprised by the day. Nothing could spoil it. How wrong I was! As Mark dozed off in bed, something rustled under the door. It was a note: “Your boyfriend is cheating on you.” That was only the first twist in my story.

Mark and I arrived at a beautiful vacation spot – his parents’ house by the sea. The house was charming, with white walls, blue shutters, and a wrap-around porch overlooking the ocean. The scent of saltwater and the sound of crashing waves instantly made me feel relaxed and happy.

As we stepped out of the car, Mark’s father, a tall man with a warm smile, came forward to greet us.“Welcome, Odri! It’s so nice to finally meet you,” he said, giving me a hearty handshake.

Mark’s brothers and sisters followed suit, each offering their friendly greetings.“Hey, Odri! I’m Kevin,” said Mark’s younger brother, grinning from ear to ear. “And this is Lisa, our youngest sister,” he added, ruffling a petite girl’s hair.

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Mark’s mother, who had previously been quite distant, also seemed friendly and kind. She approached me with a warm smile and hugged me gently.

“I’m glad you could join us, Odri. We’ve heard so much about you.”
I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I had been nervous about meeting Mark’s family, especially his mother, who I knew had been a bit reserved about our relationship. But here she was, welcoming me with open arms.

Everyone was preparing for Mark’s birthday. The house buzzed with activity as his siblings hung streamers and blew up balloons, while his father and Kevin set up a barbecue on the patio. The delicious smell of grilling meat wafted through the air, mixing with the salty sea breeze.“Hey, Dad, can you pass me another balloon?” Lisa called out from the living room.

“Sure thing!” Kevin replied, grabbing a handful of balloons and tossing them over to his daughter.

Mark’s father, grilling on the patio, turned to Kevin. “How’s it going in there, son? Need any help?”

“We’re good, Dad! Just trying to get these decorations up before Mark sees everything,” Kevin answered.

I watched them all, smiling at the scene. It was heartwarming to see everyone working together.As the evening approached, we all gathered in the living room. Mark’s family began sharing funny stories from their past vacations and childhood adventures.“Oh, that was a disaster!” Lisa chimed in. “I ended up with more water in my boots than fish in the bucket.”

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Their father chuckled from his spot on the couch. “Hey, it was a learning experience!”Emily turned to me with a smile. “What about you, Odri? Any funny vacation stories?”

I thought for a moment. “Well, there was this one time my family went camping, and a raccoon stole all our snacks. We spent the rest of the trip trying to keep it away from our tent.”Laughter filled the room, and I felt like I was becoming part of their family. As the night grew late, Mark and I excused ourselves and headed to our bedroom.

“Did you have fun?” Mark asked, slipping his arm around my waist.

“I did. Your family is wonderful.”
“They seem to like you,” he said with a smile. “I’m glad.”
I smiled back, feeling a sense of belonging.

The room was cozy, with a large window that offered a stunning view of the evening ocean. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect setting.

Trying to stay calm, I quickly hid the note in my suitcase. I didn’t want Mark to see it.

I decided then and there that I would keep a close eye on him during the vacation. I needed to find out the truth for myself.
“Everything okay?” Mark mumbled sleepily, turning to face me.

“Yeah,” I replied, forcing a smile. “Just tired.”

He reached out and squeezed my hand.

“I’m glad you’re here with me.”
I lay awake for a while longer, staring at the ceiling. My excitement for the vacation had been tainted by that single note. I knew I had to get to the bottom of this.

The next day, I tried to enjoy the preparations for the party, but I couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling from the note.

I watched Mark closely. He seemed affectionate and attentive, always making sure I was comfortable and involved in the plans.

As the day went on, I noticed Mark sneaking away to take phone calls. My suspicion grew stronger.

When he slipped out to the beach for the third time, saying he was going surfing, I decided to follow him. I saw him talking on the phone with someone again.