I SECRETLY LEARNED SPANISH TO SURPRISE MY BOYFRIEND

My boyfriend is Spanish, and I secretly began learning the language to surprise him.

Today, he got a call from his mom and started chatting in Spanish, assuming I couldnโ€™t understand him. But his words left me stunned.

He said,

โ€œHereโ€™s the plan. Iโ€™ll pretend that Iโ€™m still struggling to find a job here, so she wonโ€™t suspect anything. Once the money comes in, Iโ€™ll tell her everything.โ€

At first, I froze. Money? A secret plan? Who was

she? My heart started racing, but I forced myself to stay calm. He hung up, turned to me with his usual smile, and kissed my forehead like nothing happened.

I didnโ€™t say anything. Not yet.

That night, my mind wouldnโ€™t stop spinning. I kept wonderingโ€”was he talking about me? Was he using me for some kind of financial scam? Or maybe he had debts I didnโ€™t know about?

The next morning, I decided to quietly investigate. I didnโ€™t want to accuse him without knowing the full story.

I started smallโ€”asking casual questions.

โ€œSo, any luck with job applications?โ€ I asked over breakfast, pretending to be cheerful.

He sighed dramatically. โ€œNothing yet, cariรฑo. The marketโ€™s tough.โ€

A lie. I knew for a fact that he had a job offer from a firm downtown. I had seen the email pop up on his laptop when he left it open one night.

My stomach tightened. This wasnโ€™t just a misunderstanding. He was hiding something.

A few days later, I snooped around while he was out. I know it wasnโ€™t right, but I needed answers. In his drawer, I found a folder full of documents. Bank transfers, legal forms, and a contract from a company in Barcelona. It was a property investment deal. Apparently, he was about to receive a huge commission.

But what caught my eye was a note attached to one of the contracts:

โ€œOnce we get the funds, explain everything to M.โ€ M. That was me.

Now my mind was really spinning. Was he planning to surprise me? Or cover something up?

That evening, I couldnโ€™t hold it in anymore.

โ€œLorenzo,โ€ I said, trying to sound casual, โ€œcan we talk?โ€

He looked up, sensing my seriousness. โ€œOf course. Whatโ€™s wrong?โ€

โ€œI need you to be honest with me. Are you hiding something about your jobโ€ฆ or money?โ€

His face paled slightly. โ€œWhy would you think that?โ€

I took a deep breath. โ€œBecause Iโ€™ve been learning Spanish. And I heard your conversation with your mom.โ€

His eyes widened. For a moment, he looked like a trapped animal.

โ€œOkay,โ€ he finally said, โ€œI didnโ€™t want to tell you yet becauseโ€ฆ I was planning to surprise you.โ€

I crossed my arms. โ€œWith what?โ€

He exhaled and reached for my hand. โ€œIโ€™ve been working with my cousin back in Barcelona. We invested in a small property project. Itโ€™s finally paying off. I was going to use my share of the commission to put a down payment on a houseโ€”for us.โ€

My mouth fell open. A house?

โ€œBut why lie about the job?โ€ I asked, my voice breaking a little.

โ€œI wanted everything to be perfect. I thought if I told you now, youโ€™d worry about the risk, or think I was being irresponsible. I didnโ€™t want to stress you out.โ€

Tears pricked my eyes. Part of me felt relievedโ€”it wasnโ€™t some terrible betrayalโ€”but another part of me was hurt that he didnโ€™t trust me enough to share it sooner.

I shook my head slowly. โ€œLorenzoโ€ฆ I love you. But relationships need honesty. You canโ€™t protect me by lying.โ€

He nodded, his eyes glistening. โ€œYouโ€™re right. I was stupid. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I see now how it made you feel.โ€

We sat there in silence for a moment before he squeezed my hand. โ€œFrom now on, no more secrets. Weโ€™re a team.โ€

I smiled weakly. โ€œDeal.โ€

Six months later, we stood in front of a cozy little house on the edge of town. Nothing fancy, but it was ours. The result of his risky investmentโ€”and our renewed trust.

Looking back, I realized how easy it is to let fear drive you to make bad decisions, even when your intentions are good. Communication isnโ€™t always easy, but without it, trust cracks.

Lorenzo and I still have our ups and downs, but we learned something valuable: honesty, even when uncomfortable, is always better than secrets.

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