I RECOGNIZED MY BRACELET ON THE WRIST OF THE NURSE TAKING CARE OF ME IN THE HOSPITAL — I WENT PALE WHEN SHE TOLD ME HOW SHE GOT IT.
A few days ago, I broke my leg after falling off a ladder while cleaning the house. My husband was away on a work trip, but I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. It’s fine, I can call an ambulance myself.
I spent two days in the hospital under observation, and while I was there, I made a new friend — a young nurse who was so sweet and caring. We got along so well that I actually thought we’d stay in touch after I left the hospital.
But then… I noticed something on her wrist.
MY BRACELET.
Not just any bracelet — MY bracelet. The one with the gold heart charm that my grandma had given me. The one that went missing from my closet a month ago.
I pointed at it and asked, “Where did you get that?!”
And honestly? I wish I didn’t hear her answer.
“Oh… someone gave it to me as a gift,” she started , looking down at the bracelet with a soft smile.
Something about the way she said it sent a chill down my spine.
I forced my voice to stay steady. “Who?”
She hesitated, her fingers lightly brushing over the gold heart charm. Then, with an almost dreamy expression, she said,
“My boyfriend.”
My stomach dropped.
I could barely get the words out. “Your… boyfriend?”
She nodded. “Yeah, he surprised me with it a few weeks ago. Said he saw it and thought of me. Isn’t that sweet?”
A few weeks ago.
Around the same time my bracelet disappeared from my home.
My throat went dry. My hands felt clammy against the hospital sheets.
I swallowed hard. “What’s his name?”
She smiled, oblivious to the way my world was crumbling around me.
“Daniel.”
I nearly threw up.
Because Daniel wasn’t just some random guy.
Daniel was my husband.
My hands trembled as I stared at her, my mind racing through the last few months. The weird way he had been acting. The sudden work trips. The fact that when my bracelet went missing, he told me I must have “misplaced it.”
I had blamed myself. Thought maybe I was just forgetful.
But no. He took it.
And worse? He gave it to someone else.
She finally noticed my pale face. “Are you okay?”
I licked my lips, my heart hammering. “Do you… have a picture of him?”
She grinned and pulled out her phone. “Of course! He’s the sweetest.” She swiped through her photos before holding it up.
And there he was.
My husband. Smiling. Arms wrapped around her.
Everything around me blurred. My breathing was shallow. The room felt like it was closing in.
She tilted her head. “Wait… why do you look like that?”
I forced myself to look her in the eye. She had no idea. No idea that the man she thought was her loving boyfriend was actually a married man.
My husband.
And in that moment, I made a decision.
I smiled.
“I think it’s time we had a little chat.”
Because if she didn’t know?
She deserved to.
And as for Daniel?
He was about to regret ever stealing from me.
