While recovering in the hospital, I noticed a gold bracelet on my nurse, Stephanie’s wrist. It was the same one I had lost a month ago, a delicate gift from my grandmother. At first, I thought it was a coincidence, but when I saw the small engraving on the back—a tiny smiley face—my heart skipped. It was the same bracelet. Stephanie mentioned that her boyfriend had given it to her a month ago. My mind raced. I realized Toby,
my husband, had taken it and given it to her. I had confronted him about the missing bracelet before, but he had shrugged it off. Now, everything clicked into place. I showed Stephanie a photo of Toby, asking, “Is this your boyfriend?” She confirmed it was, and I revealed the truth:
