The moment my eyes fell on the delicate gold bracelet wrapped around Stephanie’s wrist, I jumped. I knew this bracelet. I had spent weeks looking for it and was convinced it was lost forever. But now it was on the wrist of the nurse who was caring for me.
Life had been good before I ended up in the hospital.
I had been married to Toby for three years and we were living a happy life.
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I worked as a sales associate at a clothing store, and he had a stable job in finance. It wasn’t like we were rolling in it. We had enough to live comfortably.
Most of the time, Toby came home exhausted. He didn’t even have time to ask me how my day had gone. But honestly, I never complained.
I knew he worked hard for us.
One evening, as we were sitting on the couch, I gently took his hand.
“I can’t wait until we have our own house,” I whispered.
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“Yes,” he sighed. “I just need a little more time to save up. You know how expensive houses are right now.”
“I know.” I smiled. “But when we finally get it, I want a big kitchen. And a garden.”
“For a dog?” he teases me.
“For a baby,” I corrected with a smile.
His expression softened and he kissed my forehead. “We’ll get there.”
I believed it.
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When he left for a business trip that Friday, I didn’t pay much attention. His job required travel, and I had gotten used to it.
I thought I would take advantage of the weekend to do a big cleaning of the apartment.
Little did I know it wasn’t the right decision.
I was dusting the top shelf of the hall closet when the ladder wobbled beneath me.
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For a split second, I was weightless. And then I fell.
The impact was immediate. A sharp, burning pain shot through my right leg, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I gasped, and my vision blurred as I struggled to move.
Gritting my teeth, I grabbed my phone, barely managing to slide the screen open. My fingers were shaking as I dialed 112.
A few minutes later, the paramedics arrived. The pain was unbearable as they lifted me onto the stretcher. I struggled to keep my eyes open as they loaded me into the ambulance.
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At the hospital, the X-ray confirmed what I already suspected: I had broken my leg.
“You’ll have to stay here for a few days,” the doctor informed me after wrapping my leg in a cast. “We need to monitor the swelling before we can send you home.”
As soon as he left the room, I grabbed my phone and called Toby.
He picked up immediately. “Kate? Hey! How’s my beautiful wife?”
“Toby,” I whispered. “I… I broke my leg.”
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“What?” His tone went from playful to panicked. “What? What happened?”
I exhaled, shaking. “I fell off a ladder while cleaning.”
“Damn it, Kate.” I heard rustling on the other end of the line, like he was moving. “I’m going home. I’ll cut my trip short.”
“No, you don’t have to…”
“Don’t argue. I should be right there with you.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “Okay.”
I was still on the phone with him when the door opened. A nurse came in.
I quickly told Toby I’d call him later and hung up.
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“You must be Kate,” the nurse said. “I’m Stephanie. I’ll take care of you while you’re here.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, forcing a smile through my embarrassment.
“Don’t worry about anything,” Stephanie assured me. “We’ll take great care of you.”
I let out a breath and nodded. She seemed nice.
Little did I know that in just a few days, this woman would shatter everything I thought I knew about my life.
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At first, Stephanie was wonderful.
From the moment she started caring for me, she made sure I was comfortable. She regularly checked on me, adjusted my pillows when I couldn’t move properly, and even brought me an extra blanket when I mentioned I was cold.
“You must be tired of hospital food already,” she joked one afternoon, handing me a tray. “I wouldn’t blame you if you refused to eat this.”
I laughed. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but yeah… it’s not exactly a gourmet meal.”
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She smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll sneak you something better if I can.”
Over time, we started talking about our lives.
“So,” she asked me one evening while fluffing my pillows, “do you have any children?”
“Not yet,” I admitted. “My husband and I want to buy a house first, then start thinking about kids.”
She nodded. “That’s smart. Kids are expensive.”
I smiled. “And you? Are you married?”
She shook her head. “No, but there is someone in my life. We’re dating. Nothing serious yet.”
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“Do you think he’s the right one?” I teased him.
“Maybe,” she shrugged. “He’s great. You know, the nice kind. He’s been spoiling me lately.”
“That’s sweet,” I said. “It’s nice when someone makes you feel special.”
The next day, when Stephanie entered my room, something caught my attention.
A bracelet.
It wasn’t just any bracelet. It was a delicate gold chain with a small heart charm, and it looked just like the one my grandmother had given me.
The same bracelet I lost a month ago.
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At first, I thought it was a coincidence. But then, as Stephanie rested her arm on the side table while adjusting my IV, I saw it up close.
The tiny engraving on the back of the heart-shaped charm featured a small smiley face.
My grandmother asked the jeweler for this smiley face. She told me it was especially for me.
Suddenly, I felt dizzy.
How is this possible? I thought to myself.
I had looked everywhere for it and was convinced I had misplaced it. But now it was there. On my nurse’s wrist.
“That’s a beautiful bracelet,” I said, forcing a smile. “Where did you get it?”
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Stephanie glanced down, then smiled. “My boyfriend gave it to me.”
A shiver ran down my spine.
“That’s nice,” I said. “When did he give it to you?”
“A month ago.”
My fingers clutched the hospital blanket.
Suddenly, memories resurfaced.
I was getting ready for a party. I had put on my makeup and grabbed my jewelry box when I realized my bracelet was missing.
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“Toby, have you seen my bracelet?” I asked, rummaging through the drawers.
“You probably left it somewhere,” he replied.
“But it’s still in my jewelry box.”
He sighed, glancing at his watch. “Kate, it’s getting late. Put something else on.”
His reaction seemed inappropriate at the time, but I let it go, thinking I’d lost him.
Now, looking at the bracelet on Stephanie’s wrist, the pieces began to fall into place.
Toby had taken it.
And he gave it to Stephanie.
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Before I could say anything else, I needed to be sure.
My heart was pounding as I grabbed my phone. I quickly scrolled through my photos until I found one of Toby and me, taken at our anniversary dinner.
Then I turned the screen towards Stephanie.
“Is he your boyfriend?” I asked her.
She glanced at the photo, her smile lingering for a brief second before fading.
“How do you know him?” she asked, confused.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Because he’s my husband.”
Silence.
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His eyes returned to the bracelet on his wrist, then to me.
“What do you mean? Your husband?” she asks. “I… I don’t understand.”
“I’m saying Toby isn’t just your boyfriend,” I explained. “He’s my husband. And that bracelet? It was mine before he stole it and gave it to you.”
Stephanie took a shaky step back, crossing her arms. “That… that can’t be true. He wouldn’t do that to me.”
“He’s been doing it to me for months,” I said bitterly. “You just didn’t know.”
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“No…” she said. “He told me he was single. He never mentioned a woman.”
I almost laughed. “Of course he didn’t.”
Stephanie’s breathing became irregular as she took it all in. Then, her expression hardened.
“I can’t believe it,” she exhaled abruptly. “I can’t believe I trusted him.”
I met his gaze as a plan formed in my mind.
“If you’re willing to help me, we can get him to confess when he comes here tonight,” I suggested. “He said he’d be back from his trip today.”
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“What’s on your mind?” she asked.
“We’ll call the cops,” I said. “And when he comes, we’ll make him confess what he did.”
“Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll do it.”
Then she took the bracelet off her wrist and handed it to me.
“It’s yours,” she whispered. “Keep it.”
***
That evening, Toby arrived at the hospital. He looked distraught and exhausted as he rushed to my bedside.
“Kate, baby, I came as fast as I could,” he said, brushing his hand against mine. “How are you feeling?”
I studied it carefully.
This was the same man who had been my husband for three years. The man I trusted. The man who had stolen from me and lied to my face.
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Before I could answer, the door opened.
Two police officers entered, followed by Stephanie.
“What’s going on?” Toby asked, his face filled with confusion.
Stephanie stepped forward and pointed at my bracelet. “She says you stole it from her and gave it to me.”
Toby’s eyebrows raised. “What?”
The officer looks at me. “Madam, is this true?”
Before I could answer, Stephanie’s voice cut in. “No, I’m not. I don’t have a bracelet. I don’t know why she thinks her husband is interested in me.”
I couldn’t believe it. Was this the same woman who had just agreed to report Toby? The same woman who had seemed as betrayed as I was?
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“See?” Toby lets out a nervous chuckle. “This is ridiculous. I don’t even know what this is about.”
I was still in shock from the betrayal when I heard it.
A sigh.
Then, a calm, trembling voice.
“Okay… I did it.”
I tilted my head towards Toby, watching him run a hand down his face, his expression defeated.
“I stole the bracelet,” he admitted, his voice thick with guilt. “I took it from Kate’s jewelry box and gave it to Stephanie.”
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“Toby!” Stephanie shouted. “No!”
But he ignored her.
“I met her in a bar one night after an argument with Kate,” he confessed. “It wasn’t meant to be anything serious, but… things happened. I took the bracelet because I thought Kate wouldn’t notice. But she did.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
The officers exchanged a glance before one of them spoke. “Ma’am, do you want to press charges?”
I looked at Toby. He didn’t even want to meet my gaze.
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“No, officer,” I said. “I don’t want to press charges.”
Toby’s head jerked up slightly in surprise.
“I’m not going to ruin your life,” I said. “But I’m not going to stay there either.”
Once the officers left, I turned to Stephanie.
“What was that?” I yelled at him. “What were you trying to do?”
“I… I…”
“Get out of here!” I shouted. “Get out of this room. Now!”
She hesitated, then nodded and left without another word.
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Toby approached and tried to apologize. “Kate, I…”
“Don’t do it.” My voice was calm. “Just leave.”
His eyes filled with regret, but I didn’t care anymore.
He left, and that was the last time I saw him. Our divorce was finalized shortly after.
Leaving him wasn’t easy. Letting go of the life I’d built wasn’t easy. But I had no choice. I couldn’t stay with someone who had betrayed me so deeply.
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