Part 2 – His Explanation
“Whatever you found, put it back. Now.”
Those words echoed in my head long after he said them.
Brian stepped out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, drops of water still glistening on his chest — but his eyes… they weren’t the eyes of the man I married. They were colder, unreadable.
I held up the ring, my hand shaking.
“Who’s Mercy?”
For a second, he froze. Just one second — but I saw it.
That flash of panic.
Then came the performance. The sigh. The half-smile.
“Oh, that? Babe, you’ve misunderstood.”
He sat beside me, took the ring, and began his story like he had rehearsed it a hundred times.
“It belonged to my late cousin’s fiancée. Her name was Mercy. She passed away a few years ago. I just… kept it. For memory.”
I wanted to believe him. I really did. But the way his hand clenched around that ring told another story.
“Why keep it in your hoodie pocket?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I was moving some stuff. You’re overthinking.”
Overthinking.
He always said that whenever he was hiding something.
The rest of the evening felt like walking through fog. He cooked dinner, cracked jokes, and played Man United highlights like nothing had happened. But the silence between us screamed louder than any TV.
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
At 2:43 AM, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. I told myself not to look. But curiosity is cruel.
One glance — that’s all it took.
A message flashed on the screen:
MERCY ❤️: I miss you too, babe. Same time next weekend?
My body went numb.
I stared at him — the man peacefully asleep beside me, breathing softly like an angel — while my heart tore itself apart in silence.
Was she really dead? Or had she never been gone at all?
🔥 To be continued…
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