My SIL Demanded That I Give Her My Baby as a Birthday Gift, but She Got Exactly What She Deserved – Story of the Day

My sister-in-law always felt entitled to whatever she wanted, but nothing prepared me for her most outrageous demand yet—she wanted me to have a baby just so she could keep it as a gift. When she refused to take no for an answer, I decided to teach her a lesson she would never forget.

Do you think you have crazy relatives? Well, let me tell you about mine, and you might change your mind.

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Harry and I had been married for seven years, together for nearly fifteen, and we had two wonderful children, Maya and Luke.

Our little family was everything to me but when it came to our extended family, things weren’t as simple.

I realized something was off with my MIL, Charlotte, and my SIL, Candice, the very first day I met them.

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I told myself it was just nerves, that I was overthinking it. I had no idea then just how much trouble they would bring into my life.

Before our wedding, Candice proved just how self-centered she was. She threw a full-blown tantrum because I had the audacity to choose someone else as my maid of honor.

Worse yet, she claimed my dress was prettier than hers. As if my wedding was supposed to revolve around her!

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She nearly ruined the entire day, but thankfully, Grace, Harry’s grandmother, stepped in.

Grace was the only truly kind soul in that family, aside from my husband. Unfortunately, she lived too far away to rescue us often.

But just before Candice’s thirtieth birthday, something happened that made me question reality itself.

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Candice rarely visited us, and when she did, she kept her distance from the kids, always complaining that they were “too noisy” or “gave her headaches.”

But that day was different. She spent hours playing with Maya, and something about it sent a shiver down my spine. As it turned out, I had every reason to be worried.

During dinner, Candice kept glancing at me and Harry. I knew she wanted attention. I just didn’t know why.

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“I have an announcement!” Her voice rang through the dining room. “I’m going to be a mom!” she blurted out.

Harry choked on his food. He coughed and grabbed his water. I froze with my fork halfway to my mouth.

“What?” I asked.

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Harry wiped his mouth. “Who… is the father?” His brows furrowed. “You’re not even dating anyone.”

He was right. The last boyfriend, she had run off after she screamed at him for not buying her an expensive handbag.

Candice waved a hand. “That’s actually why I came over today.” She straightened in her chair. “The parents of my daughter will be you two.”

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My stomach twisted. “What?!”

She sighed like I was the crazy one. “I’m almost thirty, and I don’t have a husband.” She smiled. “The perfect birthday gift would be a daughter.”

I opened my mouth, then closed it. My brain struggled to process her words.

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Harry rubbed his temples. “You want Stephanie to be your surrogate?”

Candice shook her head. “No, I want you two to have a baby for me.”

I placed my hands on the table. “So, it would be our child, and you expect us to give it to you?”

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“Not just give—give it to me for my birthday. What’s the problem?” Her tone was light, casual, like she was asking for a sweater.

I stared at her. “You seriously don’t see a problem?” My voice rose. “Harry and I aren’t having any more children. I am not having a baby just to hand it over to you.”

Candice scoffed. “Stephanie, you’ve always been so selfish.”

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Harry’s chair scraped against the floor as he sat up. “No, Candice. Stephanie is right. We’re not doing this.”

“But why? You already have two! What’s the big deal about having one more?” Her voice hit a high-pitched whine.

I clenched my fists. “I am not an incubator! A child is not an object! A child is a person!”

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“You just don’t want me to be happy! You want to be the only one with kids!” Candice shrieked.

Harry slammed his hand on the table. “Enough! Leave. Now.”

Candice’s face burned red. She stood, shaking with anger. “I’ll tell Mom about this!” She stomped to the door, threw it open, and slammed it behind her.

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I exhaled. “How did she even come up with this?”

Harry shook his head. “She’s completely lost it.”

Candice stayed quiet for a while. I hoped that meant she’d finally let it go. I should have known better.

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One afternoon, Candice showed up at our house with Charlotte by her side.

Candice’s arms overflowed with shopping bags from baby stores. My first thought was she had decided to be a good aunt and bring gifts for Maya and Luke. But the smug look on her face told me otherwise.

Charlotte walked in without waiting for an invitation. She sat on the couch and gestured for Harry and me to join her. Candice stood nearby, grinning.

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“Candice told me that you agreed to give her a baby,” Charlotte said.

“What? No, we told her we weren’t going to do that,” I said.

“Why not?” Charlotte asked.

“Because it’s insane,” Harry replied.

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“Is it really that hard? Stephanie, as a woman, you should know that the older you get, the harder it is to have children. Candice is already almost thirty,” Charlotte argued.

“I’m not going to give my child to your daughter, who has no idea what it means to be a parent,” I said firmly.

“That’s not true! I already bought everything!” Candice announced, pulling out baby clothes and dresses from her bags.

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“You do realize that a baby is not a doll you can just dress up, right? Babies cry, scream, spit up, and do a lot of unpleasant things,” Harry pointed out.

“My daughter won’t be like that. She’ll be like your Maya—I’ve never seen Maya cry,” Candice said confidently.

“That’s because you’ve never spent enough time with her,” I countered.

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“Then I’ll just bring my daughter to you when she cries,” Candice said.

“Babies cry day and night. Are you planning to bring her to me every single time?” I asked.

“Yes. What’s the problem with that?” Candice asked, genuinely confused.

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Harry buried his face in his hands.“This is impossible. Candice, you are not ready to be a mother. And asking someone to have a child for you is completely insane,” he said.

“But you’re my brother!” Candice cried.

While they argued, I noticed Charlotte had disappeared. I went looking for her and found her in our bedroom—poking holes in our condoms.

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“What are you doing?!” I shouted.

“Making everyone’s life easier,” she said calmly.

“Have you lost your mind?!” I screamed.

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“Listen, it wouldn’t be hard for you to have another baby, but it is hard for Candice. So I just decided to help a little,” she said.

“Help?!” I yelled. “You’re interfering in our personal lives!”

“Not everyone is as lucky as you, having a husband like my son. You should understand that,” Charlotte replied.

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“You’re treating me and your son like an incubator! Why can’t Candice just go to a sperm donor?!” I snapped.

“Donors are just random people. But you and Harry already have two healthy children, so Candice would know for sure that her baby would be fine,” Charlotte said.

“That would be our child! Ours!” I shouted.

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“But you’d be having it for Candice, so it would be her child,” Charlotte argued.

“Do you really think I would give my child to someone who believes you can choose a baby’s gender? Or that babies don’t cry?” I asked.

“I will help her,” Charlotte said.

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“That makes…” that makes the situation even worse, I wanted to say, but I stopped myself.

An idea formed in my mind—a way to teach both Candice and Charlotte a lesson and show everyone just how insane they were.

“You know what? If you’re going to help, then I agree,” I said.

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Charlotte beamed. “Finally! Why didn’t you just say so earlier?” she said, then went to tell Candice the “good news.”

As soon as they left, Harry turned to me in shock. “You actually agreed to this?” he asked.

“I have a plan,” I said.

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For the next nine months leading up to Candice’s birthday, I played my role well.

I smiled, touched my belly often, and acted like the happiest pregnant woman.

Every time Candice called, I assured her everything was going smoothly. I even let her ramble about nursery themes and baby names.

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It was exhausting. Keeping up the act drained me, but I had to see this through.

When the time came, I announced I would give birth in another city. Candice pouted but accepted my reasoning—I told her the “gift” had to remain a surprise until her birthday. After all, it was a present, right?

On the big day, the whole family gathered for the reveal. Even Grace had traveled to be there.

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Candice had told everyone about her “grand surprise,” building the moment up as if she had won the lottery.

Harry and I walked in when everyone was seated. I held a baby carrier, wrapped with a giant bow, cradling it carefully. Candice gasped, her hands clasped in front of her.

“Let me see her!” she squealed, trying to peek inside.

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“Not yet,” I said. “Wait for the big moment.”

Finally, Candice stood, practically glowing with excitement. “I have a very special announcement!” she declared. “Harry and Stephanie have given me the most incredible birthday gift—a baby!” Gasps filled the room. Eyes locked on us.

Candice turned, arms outstretched. “Okay, hand her over now!” I smiled and placed the carrier in her hands.

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Candice tore off the bow. She reached inside the carrier with trembling hands. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Then her face twisted in horror.

“WHAT IS THIS?!” she shrieked, pulling out a doll.

The room fell silent. All eyes were on her. Harry and I burst into laughter.

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“The only baby you’re fit to take care of,” I said, smirking.

Candice’s chest rose and fell fast. Her fingers dug into the doll’s plastic limbs. She looked at me with pure rage.

“But you were pregnant!” she screamed. “I saw your belly!”

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“Fake bellies,” I said, shrugging. “I went out of town to ‘give birth’ just to sell the illusion.”

Candice let out a sharp sob. Charlotte gasped and shot up from her seat.

“You heartless witch!” Charlotte yelled.

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“And who exactly is heartless?” I snapped. “The people who refused to give away their child? Or the ones who expected a baby like it was a wrapped-up gift?”

Candice clutched the doll to her chest. Tears streamed down her face.

“But… but I already bought so many dresses!” she whined. “Who am I supposed to dress up now?”

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“The doll works perfectly,” Harry said, still chuckling.

Candice’s hands trembled as she looked down at the toy. Her whole body shook.

Then I noticed Grace watching carefully. Her wrinkled hands rested in her lap. Her sharp eyes flicked between Candice and Charlotte.

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“Can someone explain to me what’s going on here?” she asked, her voice firm.

I turned to her. “Candice came to us a year ago demanding that we give her a baby for her birthday.”

Grace’s face twisted in confusion. “You mean… as a surrogate? Does she have health issues?”

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“No,” Harry said. “Our baby.”

Grace’s frown deepened.

“Candice is perfectly healthy,” I added. “She just doesn’t have a husband and thought we should give her a child.”

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Grace’s face turned red with fury. She pushed herself up from her seat and pointed a shaking finger at Candice and Charlotte.

“ARE YOU BOTH OUT OF YOUR MINDS?!” she roared.

Candice flinched. “W-what? What’s so wrong with it?” she stammered.

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“You’re just like your mother, Candice! I warned my son not to marry you, Charlotte, but he didn’t listen! And this is the result!” Grace spat.

“Grandma, how could you say that?!” Candice cried.

“I’m saying the truth!” Grace snapped. She took another deep breath, then fixed them both with a look of disgust.

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“I am writing you both out of my will.”

The room fell silent. Grace’s estate was worth a lot. Everyone knew it. Candice and Charlotte froze in shock.

“You’re serious?” Charlotte whispered, her voice unsteady.

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“Absolutely,” Grace said coldly. “I will not let insane people like you have any control over my wealth.”

A deep, satisfied sense of justice filled me. I watched as realization dawned on them.

“But—” Candice started.

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Grace held up a hand. “Enough. We’re leaving. I want to see my great-grandchildren—the real ones.” She turned to Harry and me. “Let’s go.”

Harry and I didn’t hesitate. We stood up and walked out, hand in hand. Behind us, Candice sobbed hysterically.

Charlotte shouted in frustration. But we didn’t care. They got exactly what they deserved.

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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 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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A woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

“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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A man looking at his wife | Source: Midjourney

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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A woman’s foot on a ladder | Source: Pexels

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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A woman talking to her husband on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“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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A nurse in a hospital room | Source: Midjourney

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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A woman talking to a nurse | Source: Midjourney

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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A heart bracelet | Source: Midjourney

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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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

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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Pieces of jewelry | Source: Pexels

“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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A man holding a bracelet | Source: Midjourney

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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A nurse in a hospital room | Source: Midjourney

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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A close-up shot of a woman’s eyes | Source: Midjourney

“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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A man walking on the road with his luggage | Source: Pexels

“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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A man standing in a hospital room | Source: Midjourney

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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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“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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A bracelet with a heart charm | Source: Midjourney

“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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A side-view shot of a man | Source: Midjourney

“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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A nurse walking away | Source: Midjourney

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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A woman sitting on a bench | Source: Pexels

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