The moment my eyes landed on the delicate gold bracelet wrapped around Stephanie’s wrist, my breath caught in my throat. I knew that bracelet. I had spent weeks searching for it and was convinced it was lost forever. But now, it was on the wrist of the nurse taking care of me.
Life had been good before I ended up in the hospital.
I’d been married to Toby for three years, and we were living a happy life.
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I worked as a consultant in a clothing store, and he had a stable job in finance. It’s not like we were rolling in money. We had enough to live comfortably.
Most nights, Toby came home exhausted. He didn’t even have time to ask me how my day went. But honestly, I never complained.
I knew he was working hard for us.
One evening, as we sat on the couch, I held his hand gently.
“I can’t wait until we have our own place,” I murmured.
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“Yeah,” 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 backyard.”
“For a dog?” he teased.
“For a baby,” I corrected with a grin.
His expression softened, and he kissed my forehead. “We’ll get there.”
I believed him.
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When he left for a work trip that Friday, I didn’t think much of it. His job required travel, and I had grown used to it.
I figured I’d use the weekend to deep clean the apartment.
Little did I know it was not the right decision.
I was dusting the top shelf of the hallway closet when the ladder wobbled beneath me.
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For a split second, I was weightless. And then I was falling.
The impact was instant. A sharp, searing pain shot through my right leg, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I gasped and my vision started blurring as I struggled to move.
Gritting my teeth, I reached for my phone, barely managing to swipe the screen. My fingers trembled as I dialed 911.
Minutes later, the paramedics arrived. The pain was unbearable as they lifted me onto the stretcher. I could barely keep my eyes open as they wheeled 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 need 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.”
The moment he left the room, I grabbed my phone and called Toby.
He picked up immediately. “Kate? Hey! How’s my beautiful wife doing?”
“Toby,” I whispered. “I… I broke my leg.”
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“What?” His tone shifted from playful to panicked. “How? What happened?”
I exhaled shakily. “I fell off a ladder while cleaning.”
“Jesus, Kate.” I heard rustling on the other end like he was moving around. “I’m coming home. I’ll cut my trip short.”
“No, you don’t have to—”
“Don’t even argue. I should be there with you.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “Okay.”
I was still on the phone with him when the door opened. A nurse walked 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 be looking after you while you’re here.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, forcing a smile through my discomfort.
“Don’t you worry about a thing,” Stephanie assured me. “We’re going to take great care of you.”
I let out a breath, nodding. She seemed kind.
I had no idea 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 looking after me, she made sure I was comfortable. She checked on me regularly, adjusted my pillows when I couldn’t move properly, and even brought me an extra blanket when I mentioned feeling chilly.
“You must be tired of hospital food already,” she joked one afternoon as she handed me a tray. “I wouldn’t blame you if you refuse to eat this.”
I laughed. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but yeah… this is not exactly gourmet dining.”
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She grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll sneak you something better if I can.”
Over time, we started talking about our lives.
“So,” she asked one evening as she fluffed my pillows, “do you have kids?”
“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. “What about you? Are you married?”
She shook her head. “No, but there’s someone in my life. We’re dating. Nothing serious yet.”
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“Do you think he’s the one?” I teased.
“Maybe,” she shrugged. “He’s great. You know, the kind types. 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 walked into my room, something caught my eye.
A bracelet.
It was not 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 that I had 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 charm had a little smiley face.
My grandmother had requested the jeweler for that smiley. She told me it was especially for me.
Suddenly, I felt lightheaded.
How is this even possible? I thought.
I had looked for it everywhere, and I 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 chill ran down my spine.
“That’s sweet,” I said. “When did he give it to you?”
“A month ago.”
My fingers gripped the hospital blanket.
Suddenly, memories flooded back.
I had been getting ready for a party. I had done my makeup and reached for 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 said.
“But it’s always in my jewelry box.”
He sighed, glancing at his watch. “Kate, we’re getting late. Just wear something else.”
His reaction had felt off at the time, but I let it go, thinking I had misplaced it.
Now, as I stared at the bracelet on Stephanie’s wrist, the pieces started clicking into place.
Toby had taken it.
And he had given it to Stephanie.
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Before I could say anything else, I needed to be sure.
My heart pounded as I reached for my phone. I quickly scrolled through my photos until I found one of Toby and me from our anniversary dinner.
Then, I turned the screen toward Stephanie.
“Is this your boyfriend?” I asked.
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 that’s my husband.”
Silence.
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Her eyes darted back to the bracelet on her wrist, and then back to me.
“Wh-what do you mean? Your husband?” she asked. “I… I don’t understand.”
“I’m saying that Toby is not 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 wife.”
I almost laughed. “Of course, he didn’t.”
Stephanie’s breathing grew uneven as she processed everything. Then, her expression hardened.
“I can’t believe this,” she exhaled sharply. “I can’t believe I trusted him.”
I met her gaze as a plan formed in my mind.
“If you’re willing to help me, we can make him confess when he comes here tonight,” I suggested. “He said he’d be back from his trip today.”
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“What do you have in mind?” she asked.
“We call the cops,” I said. “And when he comes in, we make him admit to what he did.”
“Alright,” she nodded. “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 frantic and exhausted as he rushed to my bedside.
“Kate, baby, I got here as soon as I could,” he said, brushing his hand over mine. “How are you feeling?”
I studied him carefully.
He was the same man who had been my husband for three years. The man I had trusted. The man who had stolen from me and lied straight to my face.
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Before I could respond, the door opened.
Two police officers walked in, 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 that from her and gave it to me.”
Toby’s brows shot up. “What?”
The officer looked at me. “Ma’am, is it true?”
Before I could answer, Stephanie’s voice cut in. “No. It’s not true. I don’t have any 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 expose Toby? The same woman who had seemed just as betrayed as I was?
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“See?” Toby let out a nervous chuckle. “This is ridiculous. I don’t even know what this is about.”
I was still reeling from the betrayal when I heard it.
A sigh.
Then, a quiet, shaky voice.
“Alright… I did it.”
I snapped my head toward Toby, watching as he ran a hand down his face, his expression defeated.
“I stole the bracelet,” he admitted, his voice heavy 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 at a bar one night after an argument with Kate,” he confessed. “It wasn’t supposed to be anything serious, but… things happened. I took the bracelet because I thought Kate wouldn’t notice. But she did.”
I heaved a sigh of relief.
The officers exchanged glances before one of them spoke. “Ma’am, do you want to press charges?”
I looked at Toby. He wouldn’t even meet my eyes.
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“No, officer,” I said. “I don’t want to press any charges.”
Toby’s head lifted slightly in surprise.
“I’m not going to ruin your life,” I said. “But I’m not going to stay in it either.”
Once the officers left, I turned to Stephanie.
“What the heck was that?” I yelled at her. “What were you trying to do?”
“I’m… I—”
“Get out!” I shouted. “Just get out of this room. Now!”
She hesitated, but then she nodded and left without another word.
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Toby stepped closer and tried to apologize. “Kate, I—”
“Don’t.” My voice was calm. “Just leave.”
His eyes filled with regret, but I didn’t care anymore.
He walked out, and that was the last time I saw him. Our divorce was finalized soon after.
Leaving him wasn’t easy. Letting go of the life I had 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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My Husband Invited His Mistress Home for His Birthday Party – I Was Furious and Got the Ultimate Revenge
When Gwen finds strands of red hair in her bed, and red lipstick stains on her husband’s work shirts, she immediately thinks that Ryan is cheating. Then, at his birthday dinner, everything gets revealed when Ryan brings a redhead to the party. Not wanting to let it slide, Gwen works on getting her revenge.
“Gwen, why do you look so stressed?” my friend Jessica asked, her voice laced with concern.
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We were at the grocery store, getting the final things I needed for the recipes I had been poring over. My husband’s birthday was tomorrow and we had a dinner planned at home.
I sighed, thinking of the small Ziploc bag in my handbag.
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“I found this while making the bed,” I said to Jess. “Obviously, it’s not mine, and it sure as hell isn’t Ryan’s.”
I pulled out the bag. Inside was a long strand of bright red hair that I’d found in our bed.
Jessica’s eyes widened as she took the bag from me.
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“Are you serious? That’s pretty damning. What did Ryan say about it? Is it not the nanny’s?” she asked.
“No, not Michelle. She has a pixie cut now because she’s going through a breakup. I haven’t confronted Ryan yet. I actually thought that it might be a fluke,” I admitted. “But then I remembered something else.”
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“What?” she asked, waving the bag around.
“The other day, I found red lipstick on the collar of his shirt. I was so tired that I didn’t even think about it. I just washed it out and carried on with the laundry. But after finding the hair, it’s all I can think about.”
Jessica’s face hardened.
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“Gwen, you don’t even wear lipstick. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
I nodded slowly. There was no point in trying to lie to myself anymore.
“I think he’s cheating on me. Other than the hair and lipstick, Ryan has been staying late at work recently, and it all just adds up to one ugly puzzle,” I said.
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“What are you going to do about it?” she asked, picking up the red onions that I needed.
“Nothing for the moment. I know you’ll disagree, but Ryan’s birthday dinner is tomorrow and I don’t want to ruin it in case I’m wrong.”
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I knew that I wasn’t wrong. I knew what I felt in my gut, and that was because everything just felt wrong when I thought about my marriage.
Recently, Ryan and I hadn’t been as intimate as before. We didn’t do as many date nights or anything spontaneous. I figured that it was just life being life, and that we had gotten busy with our jobs.
We argued over everything.
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“We’re just in a rut,” I told myself when I was sweeping the house and thinking about it one day.
“Look,” Jess said. “I understand that you need to reevaluate it and look at everything, but you also need to know that you can’t let it go on indefinitely. You have two kids to worry about. So, think about them, too.”
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The next day, as I finished up the final touches on the platters of food, my nerves were on edge. The guests started arriving for the party, and Ryan got more excited every time the doorbell rang.
“This is going to be so great, honey!” he said, walking around the house, making sure that everyone had a drink.
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“Just call me if you need me,” I said. “I’m just going to get the canapés out.”
My husband smiled at me and nodded as he walked out.
I plastered a smile on my face, greeting everyone and giving them bites to eat.
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Then, Ryan walked in with her.
“Honey, this is Stacy,” Ryan said, gesturing to the red-haired woman beside him. His hand was around her waist, and she batted her eyelashes at him.
Stacy smiled brightly.
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“Hi, Gwen!” she said. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
I forced a smile. Inside, I was seething. The resemblance to the hair and lipstick was unmistakable.
“Nice to meet you, Stacy,” I said, trying to keep my face expressionless. “Make yourself at home.”
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Throughout the party, I kept up the charade, mingling with guests and keeping a close eye on Stacy and my husband.
Jessica caught my eye across the room and raised an eyebrow in question.
I nodded slightly, confirming her suspicions.
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Later, when Ryan was outside with the smokers, I approached Stacy.
“So, how do you like working with Ryan?” I asked.
Stacy beamed, her eyes lighting up.
“Oh, it’s great! He’s been such a help. And being the assistant to our boss, I get to spend a lot of time with him. I’m new to the whole thing; Jeff hired me on the fact that I needed to spend time away from the kids.”
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I nearly choked on my drink.
“Wait, you’re Mr. Anderson’s assistant? And his wife?”
“Yes! It’s a small world, isn’t it?”
I smiled tightly.
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“Very small,” I said. “Please, come on and take a seat; dinner will be served now.”
I served dinner methodically, with Jessica hot on my heels. I knew that she wanted to know everything.
“Not now,” I said, giving her a platter of chicken wings. “Later, I promise.”
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The rest of the evening went off smoothly, except for the fact that Ryan and Stacy were openly flirting in front of us all.
The next morning, I went out to the hardware store and bought hidden cameras that I installed in our bedroom.
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During dinner, I lied to him.
“Ryan, I’m going to support Jess. Charles just left her, and she needs me there,” I lied. “I’ll be gone for a day or two. I’ll take the kids, too.”
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Ryan nodded absentmindedly, not even thinking about the fact that Jess and Charles were with us the previous night and were fine.
“Sure, take your time, honey,” he said, drinking his coffee.
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I took the kids to Jess’s, where we were going to spend the weekend.
“Two days without you and the kids,” Jess said, making me some tea. “Ryan will definitely do something wrong.”
“I know,” I agreed. “He wouldn’t be able to resist anything.”
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When I returned, the first thing I did was review the footage. And my worst fears were confirmed, right there, on tape.
I contacted a lawyer and set up a meeting with Stacy’s husband.
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“Mr. Anderson,” I said on the phone. “It’s Gwen, Ryan’s wife. I need to meet you urgently. In private.”
“What’s going on?” he asked, his confusion clear.
“I’d rather we discuss it in person,” I replied.
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“I’ll meet you in an hour,” he said.
I took my laptop to the coffee shop that we had agreed to meet at.
He was already seated, two coffees on the table and waiting.
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“Are you okay? Is Ryan okay? He’s one of my best employees,” he said.
“Let me show you something,” I said.
I played the footage of Ryan and Stacy together.
“I can’t believe this,” he said, his voice strained. “Thank you for telling me.”
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When I got home, I made dinner for my sons and waited for Ryan to come home. The moment he walked in, I confronted him with the divorce papers.
“Gwen, what’s this?” he asked, bewildered.
“I know about you and Stacy,” I said coldly. “I have proof.”
Ryan fell to his knees in the kitchen.
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“Please, Gwen, don’t tell Mr. Anderson. Don’t leave me. I’m sorry.”
“You brought another woman into our bed. I deserve better. So much better.”
In the end, Ryan lost everything in the divorce. He was fired from his job and found it difficult to find another job.
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“Please, take me back,” he said on the phone one evening when I was dishing out ice cream for the boys.
“I don’t want to,” I said. “I’m just done having anything to do with you.”
“I deserve a second chance,” he said. “The boys need their father.”
I left the phone on the kitchen counter and let Ryan vent away.
I didn’t care anymore.
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