When Angela’s husband, David, surprises her with a beautiful bracelet for their wedding anniversary, the last thing she expects is for it to lead to a police investigation. Maybe it’s a good thing that David is a lawyer?
My husband, David, is a lawyer, so courtroom drama is something that I’m more than familiar with. Most nights, we sit with a glass of wine and talk about the cases that he’s on — always giving me the shortened, mainly anonymous versions.
But the last thing I expected was for me to end up as one of his stories.
David and I live in the city’s bustling heart—making it easy to get to our clients.
As I said, David is a lawyer, and I am a custom wedding dress designer.
So, we’re not in a small town where everyone knows everyone else’s business.
But believe me, secrets have a funny way of revealing themselves.
This year was our tenth wedding anniversary, and David was adamant about making it special.
He ordered food from our favorite restaurant and got me ten bouquets of flowers, each one to symbolize our ten years of marriage.
During dinner, he surprised me with a jewelry box — inside was a stunning bracelet.
My heart was simply overflowing with love and gratitude for David.
It was the fact that despite his busy schedule, he had gone out of his way to make everything so memorable.
“Happy anniversary, Ang,” he said, putting the bracelet on my wrist.
But we were blissfully unaware of the storm brewing.
The next day, after David had set off for work, I decided to catch up with my college friend, Lauren.
We were going to stuff our faces with cake and pastries from our favorite café and then window shop. Lauren was graduating with her master’s in microbiology, and we were determined to find her an outfit.
“If all else fails, Ang,” she said. “You can always custom-make me a dress.”
Naturally, I was already working on a dress for her.
When we got to the café, we sat eating slices of cake and spoke about everything and nothing.
When I showed Lauren the bracelet on my wrist, she cooed at how much she loved it.
After that, we strolled through fancy boutiques — I was in my element because I loved to look through clothing for inspiration, and being with Lauren was always the highlight of any day.
But when we entered the third store, things quickly turned from innocent browsing to a nightmare.
The store’s overzealous seller mistook my bracelet for a stolen one and hit the panic button. The next thing I knew was that I was being accused of theft — my new bracelet was removed and left on the glass counter for the police to investigate when they came in.
The seller, Mika, as her nametag displayed, went through my handbag, pocketing my lipstick in the process.
“So, you thought you could get away with it?” Mika said, popping her chewing gum.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. “This is a gift from my husband.
I only got it last night.”
“You’re saying that your husband is the thief, then?”
“Phone David,” I told Lauren, who immediately pulled her phone out of her bag.
While we waited for the police and David to arrive, the store’s security officers kept a strict hold on me, not even allowing me to stand up from the chair they had forced me into.
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