Part 1 – The Hoodie, The Ring, The Lie
I wasn’t snooping. I swear I wasn’t.
It was a slow Sunday, the kind where the world feels quiet enough to hear your thoughts. My husband, Brian, was in the shower, humming that same old Sauti Sol song he always sings when he’s in a good mood.
I just wanted his grey hoodie — the one he always keeps on the couch. It smells like him, and honestly, it’s my comfort blanket. But when I slid my hand into the pocket, something cold rolled into my palm.
A gold ring.
Not his ring. His ring has our initials engraved — B & C.
This one had another woman’s name: “Forever yours, Mercy 💍.”
My heart stuttered. Mercy?
I blinked, hoping I was hallucinating. But no — it was real.
Then the bathroom door unlocked.
Brian’s voice came out, calm and low, but something in it made my blood run cold.
“Whatever you found, put it back. Now.”
👉 Continue to Part 2