{"id":111774,"date":"2025-02-07T15:06:30","date_gmt":"2025-02-07T08:06:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/?p=111774"},"modified":"2025-02-07T15:06:30","modified_gmt":"2025-02-07T08:06:30","slug":"i-recognized-my-bracelet-that-went-missing-a-month-ago-on-the","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/i-recognized-my-bracelet-that-went-missing-a-month-ago-on-the\/","title":{"rendered":"I Recognized My Bracelet That Went Missing a Month Ago on the&hellip;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>I Recognized My Bracelet That Went Missing a Month Ago on the Wrist of the Nurse Taking Care of Me in the Hospital\n<p>The moment recognizing the delicate gold bracelet wrapped around Stephanie\u2019s wrist, my breath caught. I knew that bracelet. It\u2019s is my bracelet.\n</p><p>Life had been happy before I ended up in the hospital.<br>\nToby and I had been married for three years, building a couple life. Most nights, he came home, barely having time to ask about my day. But I never complained.\n</p><p>One evening, as we sat on the couch, I pressed his hand.\n</p><p>\u201cI can\u2019t wait until we have our own place,\u201d I said\n</p><p>\u201cYeah,\u201d he sighed. \u201cI just need a little more time to save up. Houses are ridiculously expensive right now.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cBut when we finally get one, I want a big kitchen. And a backyard.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cFor a dog?\u201d he teased.\n</p><p>\u201cFor a baby,\u201d I corrected with a grin.\n</p><p><img fetchpriority='\"high\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-111777 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/lorevista.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/02%5C/bracelet-hospital.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"1080\"' height='\"1350\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/02\/bracelet-hospital.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n</p><p>Image for illustrative purpose only.<br>\nHis expression softened, and he kissed my forehead. \u201cWe\u2019ll get there.\u201d<br>\nWhen he left for a work trip that Friday, I seldomly thought twice about it. His job required travel.\n</p><p>However, a decision I would soon regret.\n</p><p>For a split second, I was weightless. Then, I smashed to the floor.\n</p><p>A sharp, searing pain shot through my leg. My vision blurred as I gasped for air, struggling to move. Gritting my teeth, I reached for my phone for calling 911.\n</p><p>Minutes later, paramedics arrived.\n</p><p>At the hospital, the doctor confirmed that I had broken my leg.\n</p><p>\u201cYou\u2019ll need to stay for a few days,\u201d the doctor said after wrapping my leg in a cast.\n</p><p>\u201cWe need to monitor the swelling before you can go home.\u201d\n</p><p>As soon as he left, I grabbed my phone and called Toby.\n</p><p>He answered immediately. \u201cKate? Hey! How\u2019s my beautiful wife doing?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cToby,\u201d I whispered. \u201cI\u2026 I broke my leg.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cWhat?\u201d \u201cHow? What happened?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cI fell off a ladder while cleaning.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cJesus, Kate.\u201d I heard rustling on the other end. \u201cI\u2019m coming home. I\u2019ll cut my trip short.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cYou don\u2019t have to\u2014\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cDon\u2019t argue. I should be there with you.\u201d\n</p><p>Tears pricked my eyes. \u201cOkay.\u201d\n</p><p>As we spoke, the door opened, and a nurse walked in.<br>\n\u201cYou must be Kate,\u201d she said with a warm smile. \u201cI\u2019m Stephanie. I\u2019ll be taking care of you while you\u2019re here.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cNice to meet you,\u201d I said.\n</p><p>\u201cDon\u2019t worry about a thing,\u201d she assured me. \u201cWe\u2019ll take great care of you.\u201d\n</p><p>Over time, we talked about our lives.\n</p><p>\u201cSo,\u201d she asked one evening, fluffing my pillows, \u201cdo you have kids?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cNot yet,\u201d I admitted. \u201cMy husband and I want to buy a house first.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cThat\u2019s smart. Kids are expensive.\u201d\n</p><p>I smiled. \u201cWhat about you? Are you married?\u201d\n</p><p>She said: \u201cNo, but I\u2019m seeing someone. Nothing serious yet.\u201d\n</p><p>The next day, when Stephanie walked into my room, I saw something.\n</p><p>A bracelet.<br>\nNot just any bracelet. A delicate gold chain with a small heart charm which my grandmother had given me. The same bracelet I had lost a month ago.\n</p><p>\u201cThat\u2019s a beautiful bracelet,\u201d I said, forcing a smile. \u201cWhere did you get it?\u201d\n</p><p>She smiled. \u201cMy boyfriend gave it to me.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cThat\u2019s sweet,\u201d I said. \u201cWhen did he give it to you?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cA month ago.\u201d\n</p><p><strong>Memories came back.<br>\nI had been getting ready for a party when I realized my bracelet was missing.\n<p>Now, as I stared at the bracelet on Stephanie\u2019s wrist, the pieces clicked into place.\n</p><p>Toby had taken it and given it to her.\n</p><p>My heart pounded as I scrolled through my phone until I found a photo of Toby and me from our anniversary dinner. I turned the screen toward Stephanie.\n</p><p>\u201cIs this your boyfriend?\u201d\n</p><p>Her smile faded. \u201cHow do you know him?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cBecause that\u2019s my husband.\u201d<br>\nShe looked at the bracelet, then back at me.\n</p><p>\u201cHe\u2026 He told me he was single,\u201d she said.\n</p><p>\u201cOf course, he did,\u201d I said bitterly.\n</p><p>\u201cI can\u2019t believe I trusted him.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cIf you\u2019re willing to help me, we can make him confess when he visits tonight,\u201d I suggested.\n</p><p>That evening, Toby arrived looking frantic and exhausted.\n</p><p>\u201cKate, baby, I got here as soon as I could,\u201d he said. \u201cHow are you feeling?\u201d\n</p><p>Before I could respond, the door opened. Two police officers entered. Stephanie followed.\n</p><p>\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d\n</p><p>Stephanie pointed at the bracelet. \u201cShe says you stole that and gave it to me.\u201d\n</p><p>Toby\u2019s brows shot up. \u201cWhat?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cAlright\u2026 I did it.\u201d\n</p><p>I stared at him.\n</p><p>\u201cI stole the bracelet,\u201d he admitted.\n</p><p>\u201cI took it from Kate\u2019s jewelry box and gave it to Stephanie. I met her after an argument with Kate. It wasn\u2019t supposed to be serious, but things happened.\u201d\n</p><p>Toby tried to apologize.<br>\n\u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d I said calmly. \u201cJust leave.\u201d\n</p><p>And that was the last time I saw him. Our divorce was finalized soon after.\n</p><p>&nbsp;\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"</p><p>I Recognized My Bracelet That Went Missing a Month Ago on the Wrist of the Nurse Taking Care of Me in the Hospital The moment recognizing the delicate gold bracelet wrapped around Stephanie\u2019s wrist, my breath caught. 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