The moment I saw the gold bracelet on Nurse Stephanie’s wrist, my heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t just any bracelet—it was mine. A delicate chain with a heart-shaped charm, custom-engraved with a tiny smiley face. A gift from my grandmother. One I thought I’d lost forever.
A month earlier, life felt beautifully simple. I’d been married to Toby for three years. We weren’t wealthy, but we were building a life together—saving for a home, dreaming about a family. One day, while cleaning during his short work trip, I fell from a ladder and fractured my leg. I was admitted to the hospital for recovery.
That’s when I met Nurse Stephanie.
She was kind, attentive, and professional. During our chats, she mentioned she was dating someone—”nothing serious,” she said, but her smile told a different story. Everything seemed ordinary until I spotted the bracelet.
“That’s beautiful,” I said casually. “Where did you get it?”
“My boyfriend gave it to me. About a month ago.”
A chill ran through me.
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