For three months, every night I lay beside my husband, there was a strange, foul smell that wouldn't go away. No matter how much I cleaned, he would get irritated whenever I touched the bed. When he left for a business trip, I finally cut open the mattress…

I know you might be angry. But please read everything first.

 

This money isn’t from anything illegal. And I haven’t betrayed you.

 

I’ve been saving for years—for a dream.

 

You know how hard my childhood was in Cebu. Many of my friends couldn’t go to school—not because they didn’t want to, but because they couldn’t afford it.

 

When I started earning, I made a promise: one day, I would build a school for children like them.

 

I kept it from you because I was afraid you’d think it was unrealistic… or stop me because of how much it would cost.

So I saved quietly. Bought land in secret. Started building a small school.

 

It’s almost finished now.

 

The money in the mattress is what’s left to keep it running.

 

The smell… it’s from old documents and damp cash stored too long.

 

I’m sorry for getting angry when you cleaned. I just wasn’t ready for you to find out.

 

I was planning to tell you next month—on our anniversary. I wanted to take you there myself.

 

You’re the first person I want beside me in this.

 

If you’re upset, I understand. But please know… I didn’t do this just for me. I did it for something bigger than us.