The moment I saw my gold bracelet, which had gone missing a month ago, on the wrist of the nurse who had been taking care of me in the hospital, was a real shock. I recognized it immediately—it wasn’t just an accessory, but a precious memento from my grandmother, which I had lost, never imagining that I would see it again in such a place.
Before I ended up in the hospital, my life was calm and fairly happy. Tobi and I had been married for three years. He worked a lot, often going on business trips, but I never complained because we were building plans for the future. We dreamed of our own house, talked about children, and how to arrange our lives. In the evenings, when Tobi came home, we discussed what we would do once we bought a house, and how wonderful it would be to have children.
One day, when Tobi was away on another business trip, I fell down the stairs while trying to fix something in the house. The pain was unbearable, and I had to call an ambulance. In the hospital, they put a cast on me, and the doctors said I would need to stay for a few days to monitor my condition.
I immediately called Tobi, and he answered quickly, but he was very worried. “I’ll come as soon as I can,” he said, and I could feel he was ready to do anything to support me.
When Tobi hung up, the nurse entered the room. Her name was Stephanie, and she was very caring. We started talking, and soon she asked if Tobi and I had children. I replied that we didn’t yet, but we were dreaming of buying a house first and then thinking about having children.
“That’s reasonable,” Stephanie said. “Children are expensive.”
I smiled and asked if she was married. Stephanie answered that she wasn’t, but she was seeing someone. We continued chatting, and at one point, I noticed a bracelet on her wrist—the one I had lost a month ago. I recognized it immediately—it was the same gold bracelet with a little heart that my grandmother had given me.
What a beautiful bracelet,” I said, trying not to reveal my emotions. “Where did you get it?”
Stephanie smiled and replied, “My boyfriend gave it to me.”
I felt my heart stop. The bracelet had disappeared exactly when I was getting ready for a party, and now it was with her. At first, I didn’t want to believe what I was hearing, but slowly I began piecing the facts together. Suddenly, I realized that it could have been Tobi who took the bracelet and then gave it to Stephanie.
I thought for a long time about what to do next, but I decided to take action. I asked Stephanie to help me find out the truth. When Tobi came home that evening, I was ready to ask him questions.
When he entered, I showed him a photo I had taken during our anniversary. It was a picture of us, taken at the restaurant where we celebrated that day. I showed it to Stephanie, and she immediately recognized Tobi. I then asked her how it was possible that he had said he was single, when he was my husband.
Tobi fell silent. He understood that he could no longer hide the truth. He admitted that he had taken the bracelet from my jewelry box and given it to Stephanie.
He said he did it after our argument and never thought it would lead to such consequences.
He tried to apologize, but I couldn’t listen anymore. I had had enough. I calmly said, “Just leave.”
Tobi left, and I never saw him again. We quickly finalized the divorce, and I felt myself growing stronger every day. It was a painful lesson, but I realized that infidelity is something you cannot live with. And now, looking back, I know I made the right decision by leaving that toxic part of my life behind.
