My gold earrings were gone. To be specific, my husband’s grandmother’s gold earrings were gone. I had worn them to a cousin’s engagement dinner just last week and I was sure I had put them back in their small, velvet box in my dresser. So imagine my shock when, two days later, I saw my neighbor, a woman named Nisha, wearing them in the elevator. She had the audacity to tell me, “My boyfriend gifted me those earrings.”
I was taken aback, but I calmly told her that they were vintage family heirlooms, passed down from my husband’s grandma. She went quiet, but the damage was done. The moment I told my husband what had happened, his face turned pale. He tried to brush it off, mumbling things like “maybe they just look similar” and “you can’t accuse someone without proof.” However, I knew better. The way his voice cracked told me that he knew exactly which earrings I was talking about and that there was a much bigger story here than he was letting on.
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