When Angela stumbles upon her late husband’s wristwatch inside her second husband Bryan’s nightstand drawer, her world shatters. She confronts Bryan, but his answers reveal a devastating truth that tears her life apart.
I don’t know how to begin, but maybe it’s best if I just tell it as it happened. There are days that start out ordinary, and then, in the blink of an eye, everything changes. This was one of those days.
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I was tidying up the house, keeping busy, keeping my mind from wandering too much into the past. Bryan’s side of the bed was its usual mess, with socks kicked off hurriedly and his nightstand drawer slightly open.
I wasn’t snooping, I swear, but something about that open drawer caught my eye. Maybe it was just instinct, or maybe it was fate pushing me toward the truth.
When I opened it fully, I didn’t expect to find anything out of the ordinary. But then I saw it.
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A wristwatch. And not just any wristwatch. It had belonged to my late husband Jeff. The one I gave him on our first anniversary, with the words “Forever Yours, A.” engraved on the back. My heart stopped and literally skipped a beat as I picked it up with trembling hands.
I knew that watch like I knew my heartbeat. But it shouldn’t be here. Bryan didn’t even know Jeff. I only met him six months after Jeff died. I felt a cold wave of confusion wash over me.
How could Bryan have this? It didn’t make sense. Nothing about this made sense.
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I dropped the watch, my hands shaking too much to hold onto it. It fell to the carpet with a soft thud, but the noise echoed in my head like a bomb going off.
When Bryan came home that evening, I didn’t even let him take off his coat before I confronted him. My voice was tight, barely controlled, as I held up the watch in front of him.
“Where did you get this?”
The look on his face told me everything and nothing at the same time.
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He went pale, eyes wide like he’d seen a ghost. He just stared at the watch, his mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t find the words. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy, until I thought I might scream just to break it.
Finally, Bryan spoke, but his voice was so soft that I had to strain to hear him. “I… I didn’t want you to find out like this.”
“Find out what?” I snapped, my frustration bubbling over.
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He looked away, running a hand through his hair, his whole body tense like he was bracing for impact. “Angela, there’s something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you from the beginning, but I didn’t know how.”
I felt a chill run down my spine. “What are you talking about?”
“Jeff was… Jeff was my brother.”
I stared at him, my mind rejecting the words. It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach, and I couldn’t breathe.
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“Your brother? But Jeff never said he had a brother… and you never said anything either. We’ve been married three years! How could you—”
“I didn’t just not say anything, Angela. I hid it. Years ago, I changed my name, left the country, and cut all ties with my past. I was bitter, angry, and I couldn’t stand being around my family anymore. Jeff and I had a falling out. A big one. And I thought the only way to move on was to leave it all behind, including him.”
Bryan’s voice cracked, and he looked at me with such sorrow in his eyes that it made my heart ache.
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“I didn’t know Jeff was gone until months later. By the time I came back, it was too late. He was already dead. I went to his grave, and that’s when I saw you.”
I could feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. “You saw me there? At Jeff’s grave?”
Bryan nodded, his hands shaking. “Yes. I didn’t know who you were at first, but when I found out, I… I don’t know, Angela. I was drawn to you.”
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“Maybe it was guilt, or maybe it was something else, but I couldn’t stay away. And then… then we fell in love.”
I felt like the room was spinning. This man, the one I had trusted, had kept this from me? This wasn’t just some mistake; this was my entire life, everything I thought I knew, turned upside down.
“But the watch,” I managed to say, my voice shaking as much as my hands. “How did you get Jeff’s watch?”
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“After I came back, I found my mother at Jeff’s grave. She forgave me, even though I didn’t deserve it. And she gave me this,” he gestured to the watch, his voice heavy with regret. “It was the only thing she had left of Jeff. A way to make peace, she said. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you’d hate me.”
I stood there, staring at the man I thought I knew, and I couldn’t make sense of anything anymore.
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His words kept circling in my head, wrapping tighter around my heart, choking the life out of me. Jeff’s brother. How had I missed it? How could I have been so blind?
“Angela, please,” he started, taking a step closer. But I held up my hand to stop him, needing distance, needing to breathe. I couldn’t look at him without seeing all the lies, all the secrets that had been hiding in plain sight.
“I… I can’t do this,” I said, my voice sounding foreign, hollow.
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The room felt like it was closing in on me, the walls pushing in until there was no space left to think, to feel anything but the overwhelming weight of betrayal.
“Angela, listen to me,” Bryan pleaded, his voice breaking. “I know I should have told you from the beginning, but I didn’t want to lose you.”
“But you already have,” I whispered, barely able to say the words out loud. They hurt too much, like shards of glass scraping against my throat.
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“You lost me the moment you decided to hide this from me. You let me fall in love with a lie.”
He shook his head, desperation in his eyes. “No, it wasn’t a lie. My love for you is real. Everything we’ve built together, it’s real. I swear to you, Angela, I never meant to deceive you.”
“Maybe not,” I said, my voice trembling as I fought to keep it together. “But you did. You deceived me every day you looked me in the eye and didn’t tell me the truth. I trusted you, Bryan. I trusted you with everything I had left after Jeff, and now… now I don’t even know who you are.”
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The silence that followed was heavy and suffocating. Bryan’s shoulders slumped, his face a mask of sorrow and regret. I could see the pain in his eyes, but it didn’t change the fact that I felt like I’d been living in someone else’s story, a story I didn’t sign up for.
I turned away from him, the tears I’d been holding back finally spilling over.
“I need to pack,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. I needed to move, to do something, anything, to keep from falling apart completely.
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“Please, Angela, don’t go,” Bryan begged, but his voice sounded distant. It was as if it was coming from the other end of a tunnel. “We can work through this. We can—”
“There’s nothing to work through,” I interrupted, choking on my own words. “I can’t stay in this marriage, Bryan. Not after this. I can’t stay with someone I don’t even recognize anymore.”
I walked to the bedroom, each step feeling heavier than the last. My hands shook as I pulled out a suitcase, the sound of the zipper echoing in the room.
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Bryan stood in the doorway, his face pale, watching me pack with a helplessness that almost broke me. Almost. But the anger and betrayal were stronger, driving me forward and pushing me to leave behind everything we had built.
“Angela, please,” he said one last time, his voice so soft, so broken, it was almost a whisper.
But I couldn’t stop. If I stopped, I’d crumble, and I couldn’t afford that. Not now. Not ever.
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I zipped up the suitcase and lifted it from the bed. My heart pounded as I walked past him without a word. As I reached the front door, I hesitated, just for a moment.
Part of me wanted to turn back, to give him one last look, but I couldn’t. I knew if I did, I might lose the strength I’d gathered to walk away.
So I stepped out the door, the cool evening air hitting my face like a slap. I didn’t look back as I walked to my car and climbed in, each step feeling like I was tearing my heart out.
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But I kept going because there was no other choice. The man I loved, the man I thought I knew, was a stranger. And I couldn’t live with that. Not anymore.
A husband, after spending 17 years in marriage with Inna, decided to leave her for a young student, but he did not expect that his wife would give him a farewell
Inna stood by the window, watching as raindrops distributed the glass, forming whimsical patterns. Seventeen years – is that a lot or a little? She remembered every day of their marriage, every anniversary, every gifts. And now everything becomes collapsed.
“We need to talk,” Alexey said.
“I’m leaving, Inna. To Natasha.”
Silence. Only the ticking of the old wall clock, once gifted by his mother, broke the calmness of the room.
“To the student from your faculty?” Her voice sounded surprisingly calm.
“Yes. Understand, my feelings have changed. I want new emotions, fresh impressions. You’re a smart woman, you should understand.”
Inna smiled.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” Alexey said. “I’ve already packed my things.”
Then she approached the cupboard and recovered that special bottle they had kept for a special occasion.
“Well, I suppose this is a rather special moment,” she began to open the bottle. “You know, I propose we have a farewell dinner. Invite your friends, your relatives. After all, seventeen years is no joke.”
Alexey surprisingly said:
“You… you want to throw a party for our divorce?”
“Why not?” Inna smiled. “Let’s send our life together off in style. After all, I really am a smart woman, remember?”
She began to send messages to relatives and friends.
“Tomorrow at seven in the evening. I’ll prepare your favorite dishes. Consider it my farewell gift.”
Alexey stood there, not knowing what to say. He had predicted tears, nervousness, reproaches – anything but this calm acceptance.
“And yes, tell Natasha that she’s invited too. I want to meet the girl who managed to do what I couldn’t all these years – ignite a new spark in you.”
The next day began awfully early for Inna.
She carefully called banks, met with a lawyer, and prepared documents. Every action was prapared.
By the evening, their spacious apartment was full of the aromas of exquisite dishes. Inna set the table, organizing the finest dinnerware – a wedding gift from her mother-in-law.
“Everything must be perfect,” she muttered.
His mother, Vera Pavlovna, awkwardly grasped her daughter-in-law:
“Innochka, maybe there’s still a chance to change everything?”
“No, Mama. Sometimes you have to make the right choice and let go.”
Gradually, their friends started arriving.
“Come in, have a seat,” Inna directed them to the head of the table. “Tonight, you are the main characters of the evening.”
Once everyone was seated, Inna stood up, holding a glass:
“Dear friends! Today is a special day. We are gathered here to celebrate the end of one story and the beginning of another.”
She turned to Alexey:
“Lesha, I want to thank you for seventeen years together. For all the ups and downs, for the joys and sorrows we shared. You taught me many things. For example, that love can be very different.”
An awkwardwhisper ran through the room. Natasha played with a napkin, avoiding eye contact.
“And you also taught me to be attentive to details,” Inna continued. “Especially financial ones.”
She began laying out documents:
“Here’s the loan for your car, taken out on our joint account. Here are the tax arrears for your company. And this – particularly interesting – are the receipts from restaurants and jewelry stores over the past year. I suppose you were trying to impress Natasha?”
Alexey became pallid. Natasha abruptly lifted her head.
“But the most important thing,” Inna said as she retrieved the final document, “is our prenuptial agreement. Remember, you signed it without reading? There’s an interesting clause about dividing property in case of infidelity.”
The silence in the room became booming.
“The house is in my name,” Inna continued. “I’ve already blocked the accounts. And the divorce petition was filed last night.”
She turned to Natasha:
“Dear, are you sure you’re ready to tie your life to someone who has neither a home nor savings, but instead has considerable debts?”
“Excuse me, I need to leave,” Natasha said softly.
Vera Pavlovna refused:
“Lesha, how could you? We raised you differently.”
“Mama, you don’t understand…” Alexey began, but was disturbed by his father:
“No, son, you don’t understand. Seventeen years is no joke. And what did you destr0y it all for? For an af:fair with a student?”
The friends at the table remained soundless, avoiding each other’s gaze. Only Mikhail, Alexey’s best friend since school, quietly said loud:
“Lesha, you really screwed up.”
Inna continued standing, holding her glass.
“You know what’s the most interesting? All these years I believed that our love was unique. That we were like those old couples from beautiful stories who stayed together until the end. I turned a blind eye to your work delays, your strange phone calls, your new ties and shirts.”
She took a sip:
“And then I started spotting the receipts. Jewelry store, restaurant ‘White Swan’, spa salon… Funny, isn’t it? You were taking her to the same places where you once took me.”
Natasha returned but did not sit at the table. She stood in the doorway, clutching her purse:
“Alexey Nikolaevich, I think we need to talk. Alone.”
“Of course, dear,” he got up, but Inna stopped him with a gesture:
“Wait. I’m not finished yet. Remember our first apartment? That one-bedroom on the outskirts? We were so happy there. You said we needed nothing but each other.”
She smiled:
“And now look at you. Expensive suits, a fancy car, a young mistress… Only, here’s the catch – all of it was built on lies and debts.”
Natasha’s voice trembled, “you said we were divorced. That we lived separately. That you were going to buy us an apartment.”
“Natashenka, I’ll explain everything.”
A ringing silence tumbled the room.
Without saying a word, Natasha turned and ran out of the apartment. T
“Inna,” Alexey clutched his head, “why are you doing this?”
“Why?” she laughed.“How did you expect it to be? For me to cry, beg you to stay? To roll around at your feet?”
She scanned the room:
“You know what’s the most amusing? I truly loved him. Every wrinkle, every gray hair. Even his snoring at night seemed endearing to me. I was ready to grow old with him, to raise grandchildren.”
“Dear,” Vera Pavlovna whispered, “maybe it’s not worth it.”
“No, Mama, it is,” Inna raised her voice for the first time that evening. “Let everyone know. Let them know how your son took out loans for gifts for his mistresses. How he used our shared money. How he lied to me, to you, to everyone!”
She published another document:
“And this is especially interesting. Remember, Lesha, three months ago you asked me to sign some papers? You said it was for the tax office? It turned out to be a guarantee for a loan. You mortgaged my car, can you believe it?”
“Son,” Alexey’s father said heavily as he rose, “we’ll probably leave too. Call when… when you come to your senses.”
Vera Pavlovna grasped Inna:
“Forgive us, dear. We never thought he…”
“Don’t apologize, Mama. You have nothing to do with this.”
Alexey sat there. His expensive suit now seemed like a silly masquerade costume.
“You know, I could have done a month ago when I found out everything. I could have bought your car, torn up your suits, had a meltdown at your workplace.” Inna said.
“But I decided to do it differently,” she said.
“I’m flying out tomorrow. The Maldives, can you imagine? I’ve always dreamed of visiting there, but you always said it was a waste of money.”
She put the keys on the table:
“The apartment must be bought by the end of the week. I’m selling it. And yes, don’t even try to withdraw money from the accounts.”
Alexey looked at her with a sad expression:
“What am I supposed to do now?”
“That’s no longer my problem,” she said
“You know what’s the funniest part? I’m truly grateful to you. You made me wake up, shake off the dust. I suddenly realized that life doesn’t end with you.”
She walked to the door and turned around one last time:
“Goodbye, Lesha. I hope it was worth it.”
The door closed quietly. Alexey was left alone in the hollow apartment. Inna began a new trip which marked a first step of her new life.
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