I recognized the gold bracelet on Stephanie’s wrist—the one I had lost weeks ago, given to me by my grandmother. Toby had taken it and given it to her. Before the hospital, life was good. Toby and I had been married for three years, working toward buying a house and starting a family. But one weekend, I fell off a ladder and broke my leg. In the hospital, I noticed the bracelet on Stephanie. She told me her boyfriend gave it to her, and it was the same bracelet I had lost.
I realized Toby had taken it. When I confronted Stephanie, she admitted Toby had told her he was single. I asked for her help to expose him. We called the cops, and when Toby arrived, he confessed. He had stolen the bracelet and had an affair with Stephanie. I didn’t press charges, but I left him. Our divorce followed soon after.